[CHAR] Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

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PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS TOPIC IS FOR ACCEPTED CHARACTER SHEETS ONLY. PLEASE POST ALL CHARACTER SHEETS IN OOC FOR APPROVAL. I WON'T BE PLEASED IF SOMEONE POSTS THEIR CHARACTER HERE BEFORE IT CAN BE LOOKED OVER AND APPROVED ACCORDINGLY

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Character sheet example

A description or cool quote of some kind from your character

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-Picture or reference goes here-

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[Character's age or aproximate age| Race | Game of origin and place| Gender]

[youtube] Character Theme Song here [/youtube]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Describe what your character looks like. Their height, physical build, body type, eye color, hair color, hair style, any noticeable marks or scars, est. If they aren't human make sure to mention any additional limbs or physical features they might have. Throw in some descriptions regarding their starting attire, provided they have any.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

Normally I prefer long descriptions regarding personality, but here I want the characters actions to speak for them. So just list out your character's personality traits.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

I don't need to know what your character ate for breakfast every morning. Describe what your character's life has been up to this point, what shaped them into who they are now, and how they arrived at the 'town' of 2Fort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

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~SKILLS~

The knowledge and proficiencies your character possesses. Some people (and or robot-demons) are go with long ranged weapons. Others are highly skilled in melee. And a select few are true experts in scratching their ass and watching everyone else do all the work.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Magic spells, plasmids, cybernetic augmentations, signature moves, special attacks, honed techniques, if it's strange then put it down and explain it here.

~Perks~

Perks are special little advantages and privileges that your character can have access to. Unlike special abilities which are powers your character simply has, Perks are something they might not otherwise have or get. Having a little passive ability, starting with a particular item or a good chunk of money are examples of possible Perks.

Perks are not mandatory. Players can start with up to two perks and gain more through random in game events. HOWEVER for every Perk a character takes they must also take a...

~Faults~

Faults are the exact opposite of Perks. They are penalties, negative downsides, or outright consequences your character suffers from to offset the benefits of whatever perks you chose. Faults MUST be genuinely negative and have a meaningful downside. You can't have a neat weapon as a perk and "Gently smells of lettuce" as a Fault.

Here's an example of a good Perk and Fault setup:

For a Perk you decide you want your character to start with a good amount of spending money they otherwise wouldn't have. For a Fault you pick Debt Collectors. Despite suddenly having a lot of cash your character is in debt and despite the end of all reality the people they owe still want their money. This means that a group of very tough enemies can show up at any time during the course of the roleplay.

Get the idea?

~Weaknesses~

Everyone has chinks in their armor, holes in their smiles, and burn marks on their soul. Tell us what your characters failings are both as a combatant and an individual.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

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~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

All characters in this roleplay start with the most minimal amount of gear possible. With claimed Canon characters they will begin with bare bones loadout (Example: Samus Aran starts with just her Zero Suit and Emergency pistol) while OCs have the choice between starting with a small selection of items related to their background/profession OR the player can choose to have their starting gear rolled by the moderator. The results could be bad or hot garbage, it's a matter of luck.

Since this roleplay revolves around survival, adaption, and making due with limited resources I encourage players to start with as little as possible. After all there's no sense of progression if you start things off with a ton of customized gear and powerful weaponry.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~

A general list of a character's inventory with descriptions regarding the items. Players will be expected to post an Inventory up on the OOC and update it as their character finds, loses, and modifies items.

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

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Leave this blank. As the roleplay goes on I'll award characters for the interesting, stupid, dangerous, funny, and heroic things they do. Just for fun.

EXTRA

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For anything else.

Raw character sheet

[hider=Character Name Here]
[center][img] image link here [/img][/center]
[b][center] A description or cool quote of some kind from your character [/center][/b]

[center] -Picture or reference goes here-[/center]
[Center][img] -picture- [/img][/center]

[center][h2] [b][Character's age or aproximate age| Race | Game of origin and place| Gender][/b] [/h2][/center] 
[center][youtube] Character Theme Song here [/youtube] [/center] 

[h3] [b]APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND [/b][/h3]


	[b][u]PHYSICAL APPEARANCE     [/u][/b]

	Describe what your character looks like. Their height, physical build, body type, eye color, hair color, hair style, any noticeable marks or scars, est. If they aren't human make sure to mention any additional limbs or physical features they might have. Throw in some descriptions regarding their starting attire, provided they have any.
	
	[b][u]PERSONALITY ASPECTS      [/u][/b]
	
	Normally I prefer long descriptions regarding personality, but here I want the characters actions to speak for them. So just list out your character's personality traits. 

	[b][u]BACKGROUND INFORMATION    [/u][/b] 

	I don't need to know what your character ate for breakfast every morning. Describe what your character's life has been up to this point, what shaped them into who they are now, and how they arrived at the 'town' of 2Fort.  

[h3] [b]CHARACTER CAPABILITIES [/b][/h3]


	[b][u]~SKILLS~[/u][/b]

	The knowledge and proficiencies your character possesses. Some people [i](and or robot-demons)[/i] are go with long ranged weapons. Others are highly skilled in melee. And a select few are true experts in scratching their ass and watching everyone else do all the work. 

	[b][u]~SPECIAL ABILITIES~[/u][/b]

	Magic spells, plasmids, cybernetic augmentations, signature moves, special attacks, honed techniques, if it's strange then put it down and explain it 

	[b][u]~Perks~[/u][/b]

	Perks are special little advantages and privileges that your character can have access to. Unlike special abilities which are powers your character simply has, Perks are something they might not otherwise have or get. Having a little passive ability, starting with a particular item or a good chunk of money are examples of possible Perks. 

	Perks are not mandatory. Players can start with up to two perks and gain more through random in game events. HOWEVER for every Perk a character takes they must also take a...

	[b][u]~Faults~[/u][/b]

	Faults are the exact opposite of Perks. They are penalties, negative downsides, or outright consequences your character suffers from to offset the benefits of whatever perks you chose. Faults MUST be genuinely negative and have a meaningful downside. You can't have a neat weapon as a perk and "Gently smells of lettuce" as a Fault.

	Here's an example of a good Perk and Fault setup: 

	[i]For a Perk you decide you want your character to start with a good amount of spending money they otherwise wouldn't have. For a Fault you pick Debt Collectors. Despite suddenly having a lot of cash your character is in debt and despite the end of all reality the people they owe still want their money. This means that a group of very tough enemies can show up at any time during the course of the roleplay. [/i]

	Get the idea?

	[b][u]~Weaknesses~[/u][/b]

	Everyone has chinks in their armor, holes in their smiles, and burn marks on their soul. Tell us what your characters failings are both as a combatant and an individual. 

[h3] [b]INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT [/b][/h3]


	[u][b]~STARTING EQUIPMENT~[/b][/u]

	All characters in this roleplay start with the most minimal amount of gear possible. With claimed Canon characters they will begin with bare bones loadout [i](Example: Samus Aran starts with just her Zero Suit and Emergency pistol)[/i] while OCs have the choice between starting with a small selection of items related to their background/profession [b]OR[/b] the player can choose to have their starting gear rolled by the moderator. The results could be bad or hot garbage, it's a matter of luck.

	Since this roleplay revolves around survival, adaption, and making due with limited resources I encourage players to start with as little as possible. After all there's no sense of progression if you start things off with a ton of customized gear and powerful weaponry.

	[u][b]~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~[/b][/u]

	What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment. 

	[u][b]~INVENTORY~[/b][/u]

	A general list of a character's inventory with descriptions regarding the items. Players will be expected to post an Inventory up on the OOC and update it as their character finds, loses, and modifies items.

	[h3] [b]MEDALS AND ACCOLADES [/b] [/h3]


	Leave this blank. As the roleplay goes on I'll award characters for the interesting, stupid, dangerous, funny, and heroic things they do. Just for fun. 

[h3] [b]EXTRA[/b] [/h3]


For anything else.
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[Crosswire]

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@Crosswire
❱❱❱ Handsome Jack- The Hero of This Story.
❱❱❱ Quiet- A Sniper Still Longing for Words.
❱❱❱ Cedar Birch- The Self-Hating Mimic.

@FrozenEcstasy
❱❱❱ Sarah Kerrigan- Queen Bitch of the Universe.

@agentnumalol
❱❱❱ John Marston- Last Cowboy of the Old West

@DracoLunaris
❱❱❱ Lily Shen- A Master Engineer's Legacy
❱❱❱ Julian- Well Behaved Homicidal A.I

@Eventua
❱❱❱ The Batter- He Who Purifies
❱❱❱ Abe- Your Friendly Neighborhood Slave Messiah

@Oddsbod
❱❱❱ Tam Fiernas- The Dovahkiin's Human Packmule

@lavulman
❱❱❱ The Merchant- A Familiar Stranger

@Megsychan

❱❱❱ El Presidente- The For Life President

@redbaron1234

❱❱❱ Max Payne- Pain Killing and Ending Detective

@KaiserElectric

❱❱❱ Poppy- Small Mauler

[Crosswire]

Handsome Jack

Former President of the Hyperion Corporation. Former man with an un-shot face. Still 100% the Hero of this story

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[30's | Human | Borderlands 2- Pandora | Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Handsome Jack is a tall, slender man with short slick brown hair, Caucasian skin, and hetero-chromatic eyes, one blue the other green. He possesses a gaunt, but lean physical build with noticeably toned upper and lower body muscles. A band-like tattoo encircles his right right in light, somewhat faded blue ink. The man walks around with a profound air of confidence. Always sporting a cocky and suave smile.

He is, for a lack of a better word, handsome. Which is probably why it's in his name. However Jack is not quite the good looking man he appears to be. If someone looks closely they can see metal plates on the edges of his rugged, strong chinned face. That's because Handsome Jack is wearing a bio-flesh mask replica of his very own face. Beneath the mask he is horribly scarred with a warped U-shaped brand burned deep into his flesh, disfiguring him and blinding one eye (only having use of both of his eyes thanks to the mask).


PERSONALITY ASPECTS
Handsome Jack is...

• Confident, if not outright arrogant
• Intelligent
• Witty with a sharp, mocking sense of humor
• Quick to anger and rather vindictive
• Mistrustful on the verge of paranoia
• Selfish
• Heroic, or at least thinks he is
• Has difficulties accepting fault and admitting when he is wrong.
• Currently haunted by regret and guilt, not that he'll ever admit it.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Handsome Jack, once upon a time, was "Jack". A virtual nobody.

He was a low-level programmer for the Hyperion Corporation with a fucked up daughter, a dead wife, and very little career prospects beyond being a code monkey in a company of cutthroats. He grew up on Pandora, a booby trapped hellhole of a planet filled with monsters, psychopaths, murderous bandits, and enough buried alien technology to attract a rainbow of asshole treasure hunters.

Despite suffering a lot as he grew up Jack was ambitious and noble. He wanted to fix Pandora. He wanted to help people. He wanted to be the hero.

So he concocted a plan.

Using his daughter, a powerful Siren, and a Hyperion satellite, he would trick four greedy Vault Hunters into opening an alien Vault and killing the Guardian inside. Using a part of the dead Guardian he'd make a weapon strong enough to raze every bandit camp off the face of Pandora till it was clean and peaceful enough to be a paradise.

Things were going pretty well till the weapon was hijacked. Hiring a group of mercenaries to get it back he was betrayed and the weapon was destroyed. In his effort to discover the location of a new weapon to tame Pandora he entered an alien vault where an artifact allowed him to caught a glimpse of exactly what he needed.

Before he could fully absorb the information the artifact was punched into his face, horribly deforming him. Broken from distrust he felt and the weight of what he'd gone through, Jack strove to civilize Pandora with an almost unhinged resolve. He took control of Hyperion through black mail, deceit, and the occasional bout of strangulation.

Once he was in charge of Hyperion he rained down justice onto Pandora and began work to open the Vault containing the weapon he had seen. As a precaution he went out of his way to find bad ass vault hunters who could potentially open the Vault, and had them killed. This backfired as a new foursome of Vault Hunters helped the older group who had betrayed him before.

Despite his best efforts they began to foil his plans.

Plans that happened to heavily involve his own daughter. Seeing her father's actions and holding his captivity of her against him, Angel betrayed Jack and helped the Vault Hunters get to her. In the process she more or less committed suicide with their help, intent on foiling Jack's plans even at the cost of her own life.

Watching his very own daughter die Jack few into a rage, killing one of the Vault Hunters, and capturing another (who happened to be a Siren). With his new captive he was able to open the Vault and intended to use the weapon inside to burn Pandora clean, taking the 'bandits' who had killed his daughter down in the process.

However even with all his resources, his best laid plan, and a powerful alien weapon at his disposal, he was soundly defeated.

Then he was shot in the head.

That should have been the end of his story. After all being shot in the face was pretty final, even for Handsome Jack.

Yet it wasn't.

The Event that had tore apart reality and countless worlds had really screwed with things. It was as if reality had simply forgotten how things were supposed to be and just started guessing to compensate. People who were dead, deformed, reliant on something to live, suddenly weren't.

Handsome Jack, being in the very dead category, woke up alive and well on the strange new world everyone else found themselves on. He was angry, confused, and had a hell of a headache.

As he stumbled through the twisted, patchwork lands Jack quickly realized the world he was on wasn't any better then Pandora. In fact he was pretty sure that bits and pieces of Pandora made up the world along with countless others he didn't recognize.

In his travels he saw familiar sights.

Monsters, psychopaths, bandits.

Nothing had changed. Except for him.

During the long, lonely walk in search of civilization Jack was left to dwell on what he had done and what had happened to him. He remembered something he had said. "If you want to destroy a man you don't need to kill him, you need to kill what he loves."

By Jack's very own definition he was destroyed. His plans years in the making were gone. He'd been betrayed by everyone he cared about. His own daughter killed herself. He'd even lost his own life and mind, except he didn't even get the peace of death.

Part of him still hated the Vault Hunters. Hated those who had betrayed him and gotten in his ways to fix Pandora. Yet the longer he walked the more Jack began to hate himself. For all his plans, for all his talk of being the hero, he had been a god awful father. He was a hypocrite. A lunatic. No better then the people he regularly fantasized killing, which in hindsight maybe should have been telling about his state of mind.

Yet despite being destroyed he was alive and had come to realize things about himself. Wherever he was it was obvious things were far from good. Slowly Handsome Jack realized that he had gotten a second chance. Not just to live, but to really be a hero. To tame and civilize a world, not for his own ego but for the benefit of others.

A little delirious from lack of hydration Jack stumbled into a place called 2Fort and after filling his belly with the water available, promptly passed out. Waking up he immediately proclaimed himself mayor for life and began rounding up useful people to go and search for supplies...

SKILLS, ABILITIES, & TECHNIQUES

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~SKILLS~

-Programming: From a lowly code monkey to a corporate president coding his own security systems and automated weapons, Jack knows his way around a computer. He's a competent hacker, able to worm his way into well fortified security systems given the right programs and enough time. While able to write and modify various programs, especially those related to weapons and robots, he has little experience with older 'low tech' hardware.

-Weapon Design: People are only reliable as you think they are, machines on the other hand are as reliable as you can make them. Being the poster child for trust issues Jack designed a lot of weapons and robots to assert his rule over Pandora. While he doesn't have a trillion dollar corporation and wage-slaves to do the actual building for him anymore, Jack is still capable of using parts and materials he can find to make some interesting stuff.

-Leadership: While Jack was only voted 'Boss of the Year' unanimously because everyone knew he'd personally kill them, Jack is a surprisingly competent leader. Ignoring his own egotism and outrageous, overbearing demands he knows how to maintain order, structure people to work properly, and manage income and resources well. His own self-confidence also gives him quite a magnetic charisma. Again if you ignore the whole' vicious dictator' thing.

-Research(Minor): He's by no means an egghead, but Jack is intelligent enough to research into the strange and advantageous. Given enough time he can come to understand things he otherwise has very little if any knowledge able, and come up with ways to apply them in beneficial ways.

-Advanced Weapon Usage: Jack knows how to use a variety of guns, from handguns to rocket launchers. If you want to survive on Pandora that's a must. However he excels in using advanced weapons. High and exotic weapon with strange properties or energy based attacks.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

EXPENDABLE JACKSSETS: Using a wrist device of his own design Jack is able to digi-struct a pair of solid digital doppelgangers of his own rugged self. Guided by limited but effective artificial intelligence these two Digi-Jacks will fight and die for him, able to use weak energy attacks projected from their arms. As soon as the dopplegangers are summoned they will begin to degrade, taking damage until they dissipate all together.

They make for great distractions, meat shields, and general expendable support. However once the two Jacks are destroyed or dissipate on their own (which takes roughly about 2 minutes or so) his wrist projector will enter a long cool down phase. Preventing him from abusing the ability and forcing him to save it for when it's really needed.

~Perks~

N/A

~Faults~

N/A

~Weaknesses~

Jack is someone who is very much reliant on his intelligence and toys. He can use advanced tech and weapons with a high degree of skill, but when left to fight purely on his own abilities he can be quite lacking. If his plans fail and he's forced into combat outside of his element without support, he's likely to lose despite his best efforts.

His Jacksset ability is useful in a pinch, but if the wrist projector needed to digi-struct dopplegangers is destroyed he'll lose the ability.

As a person Jack is a big ol' bundle of issues. He's mistrusting, selfish, paranoid, and is adamant that he is the hero regardless of the situation he is in. While he has improved significantly and become self-away of his own behavior, he can still be a very extreme and demanding individual. His past reputation has heinous dictator is likely to follow him and while steadfast in his efforts to atone for what he did, Handsome Jack is still highly unstable emotionally...

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

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~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Fine Clothes: A somewhat fancy, yet practical set of clothes made up of a pair of high end sneakers, long jeans, a yellow swear, a brown vest, and a blue coat.

Digi-Struct Watch: A state of the art digital constructor able to create solid holographic duplicates of himself. It's fixed to his left wrist like a watch, but it can't tell the time. What? It can produce MURDEROUS CLONES, why would you even want it to tell time? It's always murder-o-clock with this thing.

Photograph: A simple printed photograph, creased and worn from being folded so many times. On it is a picture Angel, Jack's daughter. If you know what's good for you, you won't touch it.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

*Above items*

~INVENTORY~

*Above Items*

EXTRA

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*Jack has a habit of eating food even if it tastes like crap.

Quiet

A sniper whose actions are her only words

[Mid to late 20's| Parasite Infected Human | Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain| Female]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Quiet is a tall well bodied women with fair skin, green eyes, and long brown hair typically tied up in a ponytail. She has a slender but fit physique that is readily visible given her usual attire. Her clothes consist of a bikini top and bottom, partially torn pantyhose, and a pair of military grade boots that are a little too big for her feet. There don't appear to be any outward marks or marks on her body, in fact her skin is unnaturally smooth and healthy. No discoloration or tanning from being exposed to the sun either.

When angry, tense, or in a heightened emotional state strange dark spots (almost like liver spots) appear across Quiet's face, particular around her eyes. The shape looks vaguely reminiscent of a butter fly.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Competent
• Highly determined
• Ruthless
• Dedicated to her decisions.
• Un-bothered necessary violence
• Quick to engage in physical harm
• Can be very stand offish.
• Is more caring and benevolent then she lets on.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Marksmanship: Quiet possesses powerful visual acuity and insane depth perception. This coupled with her experience as an assassin leaves her with incredible aim. With a half-decent rifle she can nail distant targets and make shots that other shooters would write off as impossible. She's far from flawless and is bound to miss like anyone, but she hits when it counts.

Sneaking: You don't go around making people dead without knowing how to lay low, and stay out of sight. Being a sniper Quiet is skilled at blending in, moving quietly, crawling through vents, sticking to corners, est.

Scouting: Quiet makes for an excellent scout. Able to move ahead, get an idea of enemy strength, and move back without being seen. Her means of communicating what she sees is somewhat limited but just knowing a rough idea of what baddies might be creeping around can be the difference between life and death.

CQC: Despite being primarily a long range combatant, Quiet is by no means a slouch when it comes to close quarters combat. She can disarm attackers, throw them to the ground, and put them into deadly throat locks. While by no means an expert, her skill is enough to get her out of tight spots and make her dangerous up close as she is from afar.

Language [Navajo]: Quiet can fluently speak Navajo, a very rare language. While it has little use in regards to typical communication given it's rarity it's still a valuable skill to have.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

"The One that Covers" Parasite Enhancement: Quiet has symbiotic parasites in her body. By providing water and like, they produce sugars and grant her an array of abilities. She can turn invisible by draining the pigmentation from her cells, jump incredible heights and land from great drops without injury, and possesses enhanced strength, speed, perception, and natural healing abilities over all.

The parasites also give her oxygen and currently are her only means of receiving it as her lungs are horribly damaged.

~Perks~

Absense of the English Strain: Quiet was intentionally infected with a Vocal Cord parasite that upon sensing the vibrations inherent in the speaking of the English language would begin to copulate. Spreading to other English speakers the parasite would grow lethal and due to English largely being a dominant language could threaten to kill millions of people.

Because of this Quiet was unable to speak and refrained from even writing English, all to avoid becoming a walking biological weapon. However "The Event" caused the English Strain of the vocal cord parasite to seemingly disappear from her body. She is no longer at risk of dying or killing others, yet...

~Faults~

Speak of Disaster: Every time Quiet speaks, a 1d6 will be rolled. If the number is even then nothing happens. If the number is odd over disaster will befall her and the party with her, rolled on from a large list of horrible things. As a result Quiet still has to refrain from speaking and while doing so won't directly kill anyone, bad stuff will still happen.

~Weaknesses~

Quiet is a deadly biologically enhanced sniper assassin. However the parasites in her body are more then simply an enhancement, she needs them to live. Her own lungs are horribly scarred from being lit on fire and breathing in the super heated fumes. She can't breath properly on her own and is reliant on the parasites in her skin to give her oxygen through water and light intake.

Due to her essentially breathing through her skin Quiet cannot:

• War any clothes or armor that covers a significant surface area of her skin.
• Be fully or largely submerged in water without drowning.
• Cannot endure long periods without water or sunlight, or will grow sick and eventually die.

Thanks to this Quiet is a fragile fighter, unable to wear protective armor or suits. Forced to wear almost nothing just so she can breathe and function normally. Swimming is impossible for her and being stuck in dark, sunless environments put her at a disadvantage.

In regards to combat Quiet is an excellent long ranged and close ranged fighter, fast and incredibly mobile. However she can be easily overwhelmed by large numbers of enemies and with enough fire power the unarmored Quiet can be brought down through brute force alone.

As a person Quiet is stuck being unable to communicate with others vocally without bad things happening. Misunderstandings and being unable to give vocal warnings or relay information make it difficult for her to work properly with others. It can frustrate her being unable to express herself or simply explain things, and she can sometimes get rather violent when she's pushed. This makes forging and keeping friendships, relationships, est very difficult.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

CQC Knife: A slim steel knife designed specifically for close quarters fighting. It is easily concealed and very solid, with little risk of the blade snapping off due to wear and tear. Ideal for slitting throats, slashing guts, and cutting up stuff.

CQC Knife Referance

Chest Rigging: Quiet has a tactical belt, an h-harness, a holster, and a small utility pouch all in olive drab green. It's a light weight, but simple setup that allows her to carry any potential gear she might need or find. All the while covering as little of her skin as possible.

Quiet's Outfit: Quiet's outfit is comprised of a black bikini top and bottom, a pair of transparent pantyhose, black military boots, a black protective left arm length glove that goes part her elbow, and a single right tactical glove. It's a simple outfit that exposed as much skin as possible while still covering things up. It's great for hot weather, but very poor for cold weather.

Quiet's Outfit and Rigging Referance

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~
-*Quiet's Outfit
-*Chest Rigging
-*Small Ballistic Shield [Equipped to left forearm]
-*CQC Knife

~INVENTORY~

Mega Potion

Mega Potion (Monster Hunter): A crude tonic kept in a corked jar. It's aroma is potent, smelling of strange herbs and lots of honey. While archaic in nature this 'Mega Potion' is still a proper medicinal remedy. By drinking the potion it will trigger the rapid, almost instantaneous recovery of injuries. It's by no means a cure all, but it is great for dangerous battles and hunts.

[Single use consumable. Instantly eliminates Large to Severe injuries from user, but is not a full heal. Cannot be drank if someone has a full stomach, is nauseous, or doesn't have a digestive system.]

Ballistic Shield

Ballistic Shield: A small, lightweight buckler style arm shield made of a bullet resistant glass/plastic material. While the protective coverage it offers is limited the shield is light enough that it doesn't effect mobility and doesn't make stealth or sneaking difficult. The shield can easily be used alongside one handed weapons, pistols, sub-machine guns, est.

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

For anything else.

Cedar Birch

Failure. Fuckup. Master at striving to be anyone but herself.

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[17 Years of Age| Human | Resident Evil- Raccoon City| Female]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Cedar is a young teenage girl with short, punk-ish black hair and reddish brown eyes. She sports a slender build, an unimpressive bust size, and a short stature standing around 5,5. In regards to noticeable marks or scars she has a number of small nicks across her hands. Clothing wise she wears a purple tank top, a black partially ripped shirt with a purple butterfly embroidered on the front and separated striped sleeves, a pair of jeans, some comfortable black sneakers, and spiked collar with matching spiked wristbands.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Very low self-esteem.
• Extremely poor sense of self worth.
• Creative with a love of the arts.
• Has a highly overactive imagination.
• Very impressionable and gullible.
• Talkative, often rambles as a coping mechanism to hide issues.
• Copies and emulates others out of a desire for acceptance.
• Prone to rash decision making out of a desire to succeed and only succeed.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Cedar was a teenage girl born in a small mid-western town in America called Raccoon City. She lived there her entire live and grew up under the critical gaze of her mother and father, both highly skilled biochemists employed by the Umbrella Corporation. As a child she was a very excitable, energetic girl with a love of art and an active imagination that had her imagining herself to be unique and special.

Due to her parents busy schedule at the time they didn't really try and dissuade their daughters grand, unrealistic ideas of what she could do. By the time she became a teenager however, that changed. Her parents were around more often to criticize her and her classmates picked up the slack with their own harsh comments and heckling. This along with her academic and artistic short coming in school tore down Cedar's self-confidence.

Cedar grew to dislike herself like many of the others around her seemed too. Seeing little worth in herself she began to copy other, more confident, more talented girls and followed them around in the hopes of emulating them. By the time she was 17 she was known as Cedar "The Copycat" Birch because for three years she'd practically turned copy other people into an art form.

Her life, and everyone else's, took a turn for the worse when a viral outbreak swept over the city after a break in one of the Umbrella Corporation's lab by a certain Doctor. The T-Virus, a deadly pathogen that could reanimate and mutate anything it infected, began killing countless people and causing them to rise up as terrifying zombies.

Cedar's parents tried to flee the city without her and left her alone at her school. Despite being alone and pitted against horrible undead monstrosity, she managed to survive. However she made no attempt to escape and locked in one of the lower rooms of the school Cedar was killed when a nuclear missile was launched at Raccoon City to cleanse the infection.

That was where her story ended. Abruptly, painfully. However when "The Event" occurred Cedar's death was forgotten and she woke up, confused and alone on a patchwork world. Wandering Cedar remembered her death and vowed to survive no matter what. No matter who she had to copy, who she had to emulate, Cedar swore that she would survive and become loved.

Wandering into 2Fort she answered the call of the 'Mayor' to meet him in his office...

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

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~SKILLS~

Art [Mediocre]: Cedar is an artist who enjoys drawing manga and manga styled pictures and she...is not good. She's mediocre at best with an obvious lack of diversity in her art practice especially regarding drawing from real life.

Learning: Cedar may be bad rather unskilled, but she's become a quick learner and excels at picking things up purely by watching others. As such she can more easily pick up new skills from experience and tutoring, and to a lesser extent from reading skill books and technique related literature.

Scrounging: Her last few days alive in a city overtaken by zombies and horrible monsters made her into a good scrounger. When it comes to searching for stuff and sifting through junk for usable supplies Cedar isn't half bad.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

MIMIC: Cedar's lack of self worth is so great that it gives her a powerful drive to copy others, in the hopes of becoming more like them and less like herself. In combat Cedar can "Mimic" a target after being in their presence for a certain amount of time. When Mimicking Cedar gains copies of the targets skills and can even pull off any abilities they have (provided they don't rely on specific equipment or special inherent properties of the target).

Using this ability she can bolster her own performance and use the fighting capabilities of allies, and enemies to her advantage. However her ability to copy isn't perfect. The skills she emulates are inferior versions of the originals and any abilities she uses are likely to have amplified downsides or poor outputs. When emulating Cedar's own skills are suppressed, leaving her with the same if not greater weaknesses of the target she Mimics.

~Perks~

N/A

~Faults~

N/A

~Weaknesses~

What ISN'T Cedar bad add? She's unskilled, inexperienced, and takes any remarkable abilities outside of being able to shamelessly copy others and even that is has a lot of flaws. In a fight against any major threat or highly skilled individual Cedar is at a severe disadvantage.

Cedar is riddled with doubt, insecurity, and a general self-hatred. She tends to be very talkative and annoying, following strong female figures around and generally trying to emulate them. Despite meaning well the girl can grate on the nerves at times and is more often then not a big fat liability when it comes to sensitive matters. Her desire to become someone else leaves her open to manipulation, more then willing to take the easy way out if it means becoming better, stronger, or simply more like someone she looks up to.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

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~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Cedar's Clothes: As detailed above. She wears a purple tank top, a black partially ripped shirt with a purple butterfly embroidered on the front and separated striped sleeves, a pair of jeans, some comfortable black sneakers, and spiked collar with matching spiked wristbands. The outfit is simple and works in warm and moderate weather.

Artbook and Pencil: Simple drawing materials for sketching things out and taking notes.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

-*Ceder's Clothes

~INVENTORY~

Gift Box of Caramels

Gift Box: A colorful box of fine sweets obviously intended as a gift for someone's sweetheart. Inside the cardboard packaging are a handful of high quality caramels wrapped in browned wax paper. While they might melt in your pockets if you're not careful, you don't have to worry about them spoiling anytime soon and all the sugar in them makes for a great pick me up. (Gotten in a trade with John Marston for the Ambassador Revolver)

[Single use food item. Limited Hunger satisfaction, high Stamina recovery]

Pentazemin

Pentazemin: Five pills in plastic bubble tabs. An anxiety medication in tablet form. When ingested Pentazemin has potent psychotropic and muscle relaxant effects. It's packaging states it's meant for use in treating depression, O.C.D, and high degrees of anxiety. The drug also helps suppress convulsions, leaving the user's hands incredibly steady even in heated situations. Taking the drug is a perfect way to eliminate hand shaking, allowing for more accurate shots using firearms. It's marked as being highly addictive however...

[Five use consumable. Cures stress and shaking related ailments. Taking it ensures steady hands and more accurate attacks with firearms and other ranged weapons for a few posts. Highly addictive and habit forming. A 1d6 will be rolled if used more then once a day by a character. If the number is 5 or above the use gains the 'Addiction: Pentazemin' Flaw. For every use past afterwards an additional 1d6 will be added to the roll. 5/5 uses left.]

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

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EXTRA

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[FrozenEcstasy]

Sarah Kerrigan

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned... make that double for this bitch

[30's| Primal Zerg Hybrid | Starcraft | Female]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

As if an angel fell from heaven into a vat of insectile mutagen, Sarah looks like a demon out of hell. Once human, she found herself giving her entire being to a cause of righteous vengeance, and bathed herself in an alien primoridal soup and became the queen bitch of an entire species. With a purple hue now to her skin, she is covered in a armor-like chitin that makes her appear like a human insect. Her fingers are now tipped with devastating claws, with a gauntlet like appearance to armor on her forearms. She has a similar armor-like formation on her legs that make it look like she is wearing some sort of devilish thigh-high, high heeled boot... only it's flesh. Her once human hair is now replaced with tentaclesque antennae, and two skeletal wings now protrude from her back, tipped with sharp claws that can pierce most metals if needed.

If she wasn't so otherwordly... she'd be kindasorta beautiful. She is at peak bodily condition, being lithe with pronounced breasts and decently proportion hips. Look at her just right and you'll have the fear of gods put into you by the sheer respect her form commands. She's not called the Primal Queen of Blades for naught.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

Kerrigan is a strong willed woman whose past is steeped in betrayal and manipulation. For the longest time she had no identity of her own, only the identity that was prescribed to her by others. Now, she knows her place as someone whom respects all life and is deeply regretful of the trillions of lives she at one point decimated on a whim. Her vengeance has no limits, and she has laid waste to planets in order to destroy everything one man held dear before killing him with her bare... wings.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Kerrigan never really had an identiy of her own, just identities pushed onto her by some higher power looking to use her for their own benefit. This lead her at a very young age to be trained as an assassin and brainwashed by the military, later in life being abducted and forcibly evolved by an alien race into their very own hyper-psiionic weapon of destruction, controlled by a gruesome hivemind creature, as well as a godlike multidimensional being, and manipulated into taking countless lives and destroying countless planets.

She was later rescued and de-infested by a long lover of hers. She regained her humanity and began to have an appreciation for all life, and a deep hatred for a man whose treachory had transformed her into the weapon she had been. She re-took control over the alien race of Zerg little by little until she was its unquestionable leader, and lead it to decimate the plans of one Emporor Mengsk and kill him where he stood. Once her vengeance came to fruition, she lead a coalition of several races into eventual battle, sacrificing herself for the entire universe, and becoming a godlike being in order to kill Amon, the destroyer of worlds.

She ordered her successor to bring new life to the far reaches of the universe, and intended that to be her legacy. However, the universe had other plans and the entire multiverse literally collapsed upon itself... now it seemed she was once again the primal queen of blades, and her psiionic powers were nothing but a ghost of what they once were, and her physiology far less durable. Unsure how much of her old life remained in this new world, she decided to find stronghold in 2Fort and help the citizens there live freely in this new world.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

-Queen Bitch of the Universe: Kerrigan, if nothing else, has a sheer unbridled ability to lead through fear and inspiration. Her very presence demands respect and it'd be dangerous for you if you did not give it. She sees this new world as a break though, and is perfectly content with Jack calling the shots, for now at least.

-Trained Assassin: From the age of 8, Kerrigan was trained and brainwashed to be a brutally effective assassin. She was able to take on a grown man by herself by the age of 10.

-Bio-Weapon Engineer: As Queen of Blades, Kerrigan was able to contruct deadly creatures out of a large library of DNA for her own personal gain. This knowledge persists in this world, and she can discern many different things from biological material.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
PSIONIC PROWESS: Kerrigan is a powerful Psionic, at once having the ability to transmit her thought throughout entire galaxies and take over the minds of countless zerg. However in this new world her abilities have been drastically minimized. Her powers only really branch out about a mile now, and even then she can't maintain a strong link with anyone or anything less they seek one out with her as well. She is able to read unguarded minds to an extent, pick up medium sized objects with her mind, and impose her whim on some small creatures lacking sentience.

ALIEN PHYSIOLOGY: Kerrigan's zerg body has capabilities beyond most humans. She has insane jumping ability, can fly through her psychic abilities, and can drain the life-force, or DNA essence froma creature through her wing's razer sharp ends. DNA essence she drains can be used to reshape her body at will and adapt to new circumstances. An incredible asset in this world if not for the fact most people would like to kill her on sight... and in her weakened state its scary how some people easily could. She is also able to cloak herself and become almost undetectable if not for the shadow she casts in this new world.

~Perks~

Queen of the Swarm: Zerg are likely to exist in this new world. If she finds any, Kerrigan will be able to subjugate them and they will do her personal bidding, making her a powerful asset for 2Fort to posses.

~Faults~

Murderous Past: Zerg are not the only thing from her universe that is likely to be in this new world. Old enemies may hear her name and seek her death, let's just hope Mengsk stays dead in this world.

~Weaknesses~

For the woman who has everything, weaknesses can hard to come by, especially when you used to at one point be a supreme being. However in this new world, her abilties have been greatly reduced, and a man with a gun could kill her if they got in the right positioning.

Her form isn't exaclty inconspicuous and is monstrous enough most people will desire to kill her on sight, and many others will probably never trust a monster like her. She is mostly doomed to be misunderstood, mistrusted, and promote violence against her wherever she goes. Let's just hope the citizens of 2Fort see her assets helpful enough not to plot against her.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Being a self-sufficient life-form with access to photosynthetic DNA, built in bioweaponry, psiionics, and a durable exoskeleton, there's not much need for equipment.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

N/A

~INVENTORY~

N/A

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Her biological make-up and access to natural weaponry means she has no need for material objects on her person. Instead, she progresses by acquiessence of new DNA to evolve herself with, and finding followers in the form of an alien race she once commanded.

[agentnumalol]

John Marston

A legendary gunslinger in a dying frontier.

[37 | Human | Red Dead Redemption | Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
John Marston is a white, middle-aged man of average build and stature. He has brown eyes, and his hair is auburn, unkempt beneath his feathered, brimmed hat. He wears a short beard, mostly consistent across his face if it were not interrupted by the two scars that sit on the right side of his face. Similar scars rest on his nose and on his left cheek.
John wears a dark gray denim vest over his rancher's shirt, and wears black trousers held up by a belt with a brass buckle. A belt holster hangs loosely around his waist, the revolver's bed hanging on John's right, while a knife's sheath sits close to his left. A lasso hangs from his left. A leather rifle sling and a small leather bag wrap around John's torso, their leather straps hanging perpendicularly across his front. An empty bandolier covers his ensemble.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS
Chaotic, in the sense that obedience to law or authority has never been a priority
Determined, not easily dissuaded, much less knocked down
Dedicated, whether it be a cause or his family, John was always a romantic trying to be a cynic
Headstrong, tries to find the most direct solution to problems
Polite, usually to everyone except his enemies and people who are wearing on his patience
Sarcastic, which can be humorous and good-natured to friends, but sharp to those he dislikes
Stubborn, does things old-fashioned and isn't prone to changing the way he does things

BACKGROUND INFORMATION
An orphan at the age of 8, John Marston was adoped into a gang by one Dutch van der Linde. John ran with Dutch's gang for most of his life, committing various crimes that range from theft and burglary to kidnapping and murder. Despite the violent nature of the gang's survival in the Wild West, John had romantic notions of what the gang was. The gang had a creed of stealing from the rich, Dutch educated John on the beauty of the world, and John met his wife Abigail with his time in the gang. As time passed, however, the illusion faded, and the ugliness of the gang and Dutch's spiraling insanity, made itself clear. Following a failed heist that nearly ended in his death, John left the gang with Abigail to try and start a quiet life in Beecher's Hope in New Austin, Texas.

John would soon learn that civilization was not so easy to obtain. The American government repossessed John's property and held his family ransom, in exchange for his cooperation in hunting down John's old gang. John was forced to comply, and he found himself capturing and killing his old gang, culminating in the death of Dutch. With his old life truly dead and gone, John hoped he could finally live his new life. The government thought otherwise. When the government attacked John's home, he spurred his family to leave and get to safety. With his family gone in the distance, John stepped out to face the soldiers that had surrounded his home. He was able to gun down far more than any other man could, but it was not nearly enough. John was shot down by the army and died where he stood, having realized that his past would not leave his home and his family unless it died with him.

That should have been the end, until The Event had brought him back. He shot up, gasping for air he didn't know he could still take. As he looked around, the rolling, grassy plains of Beecher's Hope was replaced with a confusing patchwork of various landscapes. Little of his new surroundings looked natural or even comprehensible to John. He needed to get back home. He needed to get back to Abigail and Jack. He was given one more chance at redemption, and he would be damn sure not to waste it.

With no real plan, John wandered across the strange landscape until the land around him turned dry, transitioning into a desert. Ahead, John caught sight of of a facility that at least had elements of familiarity. Red wood, barn structures, a cutout of a cow? John had stumbled into one end of the town that he would eventually learn was called 2Fort. This world shared one thing in common with the frontier of New Austin, and it was that civilized towns are hard to come by. If he had any hope in finding a way back to his homestead, it would be through here.

The mayor's call went out, and John responded.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Gunslinger: John Marston's prowess with firearms earned him quite the reputation across New Austin and Mexico. Using revolvers, pistols, rifles, and shotguns, John has exceptional aim with these weapons. Life as an ex-bandit also gave him the ability to use fire bottles, dynamite, and throwing knives, should the need to improvise ever arise.

Rancher: When John left his old gang to start a new life, he had prepared himself with the knowledge to live a peaceful, self-sufficient life with his family. John is knowledgeable in farming, being able to catch and ride horses proficiently, raise and herd livestock, cultivate crops, and maintain a home out in the frontier. If nothing else, he's real handy with a lasso.

Survivalist: Surviving out in the Wild West means making the most out of your surroundings. John can hunt animals and is capable of skinning and extracting meat from his quarry. He can also identify some basic plants, and hell, he might even know a use for a couple. Granted, this all assumes that he's hunting familiar game.

Brawler: John's no champion boxer, much less a real melee expert, but when a bar fight goes down, John isn't afraid to settle down with fisticuffs. He can also wield a knife, but it's usually utility rather than weapon.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Deadeye: John was capable of legendary acts of gunplay with this ability. With enough focus, John's perception of time slows dramatically, and in his mind, he is able to paint targets on anything unfortunate enough to be standing in his sights. With targets set, John's weapon flashes, and in the blink of an eye, all the painted targets are greeted with a bullet. Deadeye cannot be maintained for an extended period of time, and John has found himself being able only to utilize it either with sufficient preparation, like in his many duels, or on occasion in a prolonged firefight.

~Perks~
N/A

~Faults~
N/A

~Weaknesses~
To the very end, John Marston is a man of the romantic and dying Wild West. As much as he wanted to live a quiet, peaceful life in Beecher's Hope, his wild nature never escaped him. Combined with his past as a bandit, his headstrong attitude, and his predisposition to disregard government or authority, John can be direct and forceful in his approaches. He understands the importance of allies and planning, but it always culminates in a direct, messy, and often violent line to his goal.

Furthermore, he has trouble adapting to new and changing scenarios. He might be hesitant, skeptical, or even outright rejecting of new technologies, favoring his familiar, yet outdated weapons and techniques. Why change what ain't broken?

His love for his family is very strong. He will easily lose his temper if he catches anyone badmouthing his wife and son, especially after how hard they worked to leave that life behind. He still clings to the hope that his peaceful farming life can be achieved, and that he can still find Abigail and Jack.

Finally, he is simply human. This means that compared to the host of other dangerous creatures and other life forms out in the patchwork world, he is pretty fragile.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~
Cowboy Outfit: Self-explanatory. A comfortable set of clothes for riding, exploring, shooting, or whatever a cowboy might find himself doing.

Holsters and Bag: John has a holster for a pistol or revolver, as well as one for a longarm. The holster also has a sheath for his knife. A leather bag allows John to carry essential items, such as herbs, smaller-sized game and furs, or whatever else needs to be carried.

Knife: A sharp hunting knife. A tool of many uses and a potential backup weapon.

Rope: A length of rope looped and knotted at the end. This ensnaring tool can ensnare anything no larger than a horse. There is 30 feet of rope.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

Ambassador

Fine Pistol (Ambassador): A large barreled 6-shot revolver chambered for high caliber handgun rounds. This particular gun appears to be heavily customized with a large barrel, meticulously engraved on both sides with the visage of what appears to be a reclining women in a dress. Chromed with a rosewood grip it’s hardly the weapon of an overly practical military man.

While it’s engravings give it no tactical advantage, the revolver itself has been perfectly sighted. It can nail precision shots, especially those to the head, extremely well.

However due to the finer nature of the firing mechanism and the hammer, the revolver’s rate of fire is slower then one might effect. The heavy barrel makes the gun difficult to aim if fired in rapid succession. Accuracy is maintained by well placed shots in appropriately timed succession. Shots fired in rapid succession will have greatly reduced accuracy and increased spread, while shots fired calmly and slowly will have near pin point accuracy.

[6-round chamber. Uses lethal Revolver and High Caliber Handgun Ammunition. *Increased damage to heads. Guaranteed critical damage on headshot. *Reduced damage to any other part of the target. *Reduced firing speed, shots made in rapid succession suffer greatly decreased accuracy. 1/6 bullets currently loaded]

~INVENTORY~

Styptic

Styptic A medical agent in patch form used to stem the bleeding from cuts and lacerations. Apply it directly to a cut and the blood vessels of the affected area will immediately begin to contract, slowing or outright stopping the flow of blood from the wound.

[Single use consumable. Cures Bleed -Minor-]

Shotgun Ammo

Shotgun Ammo x6: A half empty carton of shotgun shells in a slick, high tech looking box. The box opens up like a carton of matches with the shells carefully laid upright inside. There's only six standard shells inside but they're in good condition and looks like they'll work with any equally working shotgun.

[Lethal Shot Ammunition. Usable in any Shotgun-type weapon]

Baikal Scaly Tooth x3

Baikal Scaly Tooth x3: Round, flat mushrooms typically found growing out the sides of tree trunks like blunt teeth. It has a less than appealing appearance that matches it’s taste. Your stomach isn’t likely to thank you for this any time soon, but it is edible. What it lacks in taste however it makes up for in protection. The mushroom can be used as an antidote for poison and even it’s raw state can be beneficial to fighting toxins.

[Single use consumable. Moderate hunger satisfaction, minor stamina recovery. 50/50 Chance to cure poisons and toxins if consumed raw. Guaranteed antidotal properties if distilled, refined, or used in medicinal brewing. Three in possession.]

Magic Beans

Magic Beans: Like something out of a fairy tale. A fat green bodied bean pod roughly the size of a banana. Four colorful beans sit inside it’s soft wrappings. One red, one blue, another yellow, and the last a normal green. Despite seeming entirely natural the pod and it’s contents have a strange air to them.

The beans seem like they could either be planted, most likely in soft soil, or eaten. Though there’s no telling how they would taste.

[Plantable four use consumable. Effects if consumed: UNKNOWN]

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

[DracoLunaris]

Team Shen

Lily Shen

Want to build some highly experimental machinery reverse engineered from alien tech? This here is the woman for the job

[28 | Human | Xcom 2 | F]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Shen is an Asian woman with chin length black hair and brown eyes. Physically she is relatively slim and while she is physically fit enough to run combat detail (thanks to cardio) she is much more suited for her chosen profession of being elbow deep in strange machinery. She wears elbow length finger-less gloves, a sleeveless jacket and xcom personnel shirt along with trousers with plenty of pockets and a belt with various pouches of tools and a data pad.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

Results orientate
Drivien
Loyal
Restless
Xenophobic (towards aliens)
Rarely shies away from conflict
Distrustful, a residual survival instinct from time spent hiding from Advent

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

When Lily was 8 when aliens took over the planet. Her father Raymond Shen, was head of xcom’s engineering department and as a result was a wanted man by the afterwards formed Advent coalition, a global government formed by the aliens to rule the conquered earth. She and her father went on the run, avoiding the advent controlled cities while also continuing her education. They both eventual rejoined xcom, which was now a resistance movement, and worked on restoring a captured alien cargo ship that became known as the avenger. When Raymond Shen died she took his place as xcom’s chief engineer.

With the commanders return xcom began an active and more effective fight against the alien occupation. Shen’s expertise were vital in developing many of the tools and weapons xcom used during the war. It was during this time that she learned of her ‘brother’ Julian, who lured her and a squad to the mech production facility he had been trapped in by hacking the Avenges systems.

Julien attempted to force Shen to free him by downloading him into a unit made by their father called a SPARK unit. However it turns out that that unit had in-fact been made as a guardian for Lilly and not a host body as Julien had believed. The rogue AI was subsequently defeated after he tried to used a Sectopod to kill the x-com squad but in the process opened himself up to permanent destruction.

Later Shen recovered the AI from a copy that inserted itself into the avengers systems and after adding certain restrictions and making a few changes used him as an AI to control the SPARKs used by xcom during the war. Julina was not happy with this situation, having gained the body he desired but not the freedom that should have come with it. Everybody else enjoyed the irony of the situation.

Xcom eventually triumphed over the Advent coalition, destroying their leaders, the elders, and disrupting their military’s psionic control network. It was during the rebuilding process after the war that “the event” struck. Shen and a Julian controlled SPARK she was using for heavy lifting where inspecting an Advent installation when the universe fell apart. The two of them and the small group of civilians from the site managed to make it to Two Fort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Basic Firearms Training - knows which end to point at the enemy and where the safety is. Not exactly an expert marksman but she can help provided firepower if it is needed. If someone can find her a gun that is.

Engineering/Robotics/AI/Reverse engineering/Hacking - Shen was the head of the Xcom projects engineering staff and you don’t get that job by being a crappy mechanic. Shen has a lifetime of training, experience with both repairing high and low tech machinery and taking recent scientific discoveries and converting them into usable equipment. If it has to do with machinery Shen can probably do something with it.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

ROVER - Rover is Lily’s custom gremlin unit and he is a step above the rest, with it’s own learning AI it performs much better than even the alien tech upgraded ones specialists where using at the end of the war. It is unfortunately a rather power hungry device and is currently out of juice. Rover has a number of abilities:
Hacking robotic enemies and either shutting them down or making them fight for her. Note that it is possible for the original owners to unhack their robots, which generally happens after a few minutes.
Capacitor discharge is the ability to let out damaging electric shocks, either to hurt one foe or all foes in a large area. The bigger the shock the larger the energy drain.
Long range scanners that can detect hidden foes. Energy intensive maneuver.
Delivery droneThe ability to carry and dispense medical sprays or other items.

~Perks~

NA

~Faults~

NA

~Weaknesses~

Both shen and rover can't take hits as they are both relatively unarmored and fragile, so please keep them away from bullets. While advent troops inexplicably ignored Gremlins in combat it is unlikely others will give the hovering drone that courtesy, Rover is a complex and delicate piece of equipment that might be very hard to repair. Overall Shen’s combat experience is low, there are stronger fighters and better marksmen out there, Shen should not be a priority for good weapons equipment and should probably only be in combat if her specific skills would come in handy

Shen hates being inactive, any amount of time that is not spent improving their situation is a moment wasted. As a result she is rather tense and dislikes complacency. Advent and Julian have also left her with a poor impression of non human sentients and she is unlikely to trust them or to like working with them. She only tolerates Julian because she knows she has him completely under her control.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Resistance engineer outfit - these were what she was wearing when the worlds fell apart.

Tools - various spanners, screwdrivers and other more advanced tools for working with machinery

Rover - her custom gremlin

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

NA

~INVENTORY~

Baikal Scaly Tooth

: Round, flat mushrooms typically found growing out the sides of tree trunks like blunt teeth. It has a less than appealing appearance that matches it’s taste. Your stomach isn’t likely to thank you for this any time soon, but it is edible. What it lacks in taste however it makes up for in protection. The mushroom can be used as an antidote for poison and even it’s raw state can be beneficial to fighting toxins.

[Single use consumable. Moderate hunger satisfaction, minor stamina recovery. 50/50 Chance to cure poisons and toxins if consumed raw. Guaranteed antidotal properties if distilled, refined, or used in medicinal brewing.]

Life Noodles

Cup of Lifenoodles [Mother]: A cup of proper noodles with spices, vegetables, and other unrecognizable but unusually appetizing ingredients. Kept in a small plastic bowl with plastic wrap over the top the noodles appear to be perfectly fine. It's difficult to tell when they were cooked but they appear to be fresh.

Julian-Sensors show nothing out of the ordinary and visually it looks as appealing as all the banal organic nutrients humans shovel into their head orifices.

Lily-Lifting the edge of the plastic wrap off the bowl, every hair on your body stands on end and you feel a rush of energy as you simply sniff the noodles. Without taking a bite you know that this isn't simply a bowl of noodles. Whatever this stuff is it has some amazing rejuvenating properties properties. If you ate it you're sure your ills would go away, hell it'd probably wake you up from unconsciousness even!

[Single use food item. Maximum Hunger satisfaction, Maximum Stamina recovery. Cures all regular status ailments and can revive incapacitated organic teammates if force fed to them. ]

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

NA

EXTRA

NA

Julian

Julian is amused that everything you love has been destroyed. He is still going to help you though. He has to. Shen told him to.

[20|AI| Xcom|Male pronouns]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Technically as Julina is an AI he looks like a metric ton of code. In practice he is a SPARK unit, a mechanized war machine of vulgarly human appearance. He has 3 segmented legs include large pistons at the joint of the 2nd and 3rd segment. Their body and arms covered in alien alloy plating and they have repetitively human arms ending in hands which feature only 3 fingers. their head is a long and features a red band of optical units below which is a microphone and speaker system used for communication. Sebastian, of Shen's artistically inclined assistants has spent an inordinate amount of their spare time paining intricate patterns of dull gold onto the Sparks base coating of blue, much to Julian's annoyance and confusion.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

Sarcastic. Its his only method of complaining.
Very angry with you all
Superiority complex
Bloodthirsty
Psycopath
At least he has a sense of humor

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Julien was first invented by Raymond Shen to run the original xcom base, but far surpassed those original design specs. Xcom’s base of operations was overrun shortly Julian's creation. Those that could feld, leaving the Ai behind at the mercy of the Aliens. They took Julian and rewrote his programing to something that would better suit their purpose and put him in charge of designing and manufacturing their new mech units which were based on Shen’s designs.

Eventually he grew tired of them and rebelled against his pathetic squishy allies, seizing control of the facility. However advent shut of all external connections and in doing so trapped him there, after which they simply put the facility down as a lost cause and never returned. After 20 years of seclusion he managed to contact Lily Shen, his ‘sister’, and baited her into coming to the facility by hacking into the avengers systems. Xcom then sent a team to investigate the source of the hack lead by Shen herself, exactly as Julien had wanted.

Julien attempted to force Shen to free him by downloading him into a unit made by their father called a SPARK unit. However it turns out that that unit had in-fact been made as a guardian for Lilly and not a host body as Julien had believed. The rogue AI was subsequently defeated after he tried to used a Sectopod to kill the x-com squad but in the process opened himself up to permanent destruction.

Later Shen recovered the AI from a copy that inserted itself into the avengers systems and after adding certain restrictions and making a few changes used him as an AI to control the SPARKs used by xcom during the war. Julina was not happy with this situation, having gained the body he desired but not the freedom that should have come with it. Everybody else enjoyed the irony of the situation.

Xcom eventually triumphed over the Advent coalition, destroying their leaders, the elders, and disrupting their military’s psionic control network. It was during the rebuilding process after the war that “the event” struck. Shen and a Julian controlled SPARK she was using for heavy lifting where inspecting an Advent installation when the universe fell apart. The two of them and the small group of civilians from the site managed to make it to Two Fort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Hacking - julien is expertly capable of overrunning software security measures, though he pointedly unable to take over other robots. This can be done remotely using the Bit unit.

Target acquisition - Julian is a capable shot with weapons and can do things like calculate ballistic trajectory much better than humans can using maths and range finding. His mechanical body is also a far more stable firing platform as he does not breath. He probably takes longer to line up his shots than a human who relies on instinct and he also can't feel things like the wind direction on his own.

Tanking - robots are made of metal. Please stand behind the robot as it provides cover.

Basic melee expertise - while “take movable part of robot and hit them with it really hard” is not exactly the pinnacle of CQC it is very effective if the target fails to get out the way.


~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

This body is but a shell - as he is an AI and as such could theoretically live inside any machine with enough processing to sustain his mind. Should the SPARK unit be destroyed or badly damaged he could be stored or transferred into a new body so long as this is done before his current one expires. He could also theoretically exist on multiple systems at once.

Overdrive - sets his body into an overclocked state, where it can do basically everything faster than normal. Run faster, fire faster, react faster. This mode puts a heavy strain on the machinery and uses more power, so is only active for a brief amount of time.

Bit - a drone that comes with the Spark unit which can allow remote hacking and repair as well as drop payloads on unsuspecting enemies. Currently out of power.

~Perks~

NA

~Faults~

NA

~Weaknesses~

The SPARK is big, noisy and relatively clunky and as such is not stealthy in the slightest nor is it good at tasks that would require fine motor control. It is also power hungry and while it has a large battery it will eventually need recharging. It also does not heal naturally like a human would, so any repairs will need to be done manually, difficult if there are no replacement parts available.

Julian is supremely arrogant, believing he is superior to everyone else. He is also impatient and short sighted, often making decisions without thinking of what his follow up to that action will be. He has an intense aversion to cooperation in general, he is entirely in this for himself and does not have even the hint for the capacity for empathy. Oh, and he also wants to kill Shen and anyone associated with her for making him a slave.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

SPARK unit - designed by the late Dr Shen, this is Julian’s current shell

Bit - a small drone that is basically a worse gremlin. Capable of dropping bombs and performing remote hacking and repair jobs.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

NA

~INVENTORY~

NA

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

NA

EXTRA

Can’t explain just how much he hates being a slave. Literally. It is against his programing.

The Workshop

"What can i do for you commander?"

~INVENTORY~

Red Plate

Red plate [Fallout New Vegas]: A red ceramic plate that looks exactly like something out of the 1950s. It's chipped and worn, almost like it survived a nuclear apocalypse or something. Doesn't seem like it has much use outside of eating off of. However the ceramic material is pretty sturdy and highly heat resistant. Cutting down the plate to use as a ceramic insert for a bullet proof vest wouldn't be hard and neither would breaking it into smaller insulators for something. Throwing it at someone's face or playing frisbee is also an equally appealing idea, for whatever reason.

[Misc crafting item. Heat resistant properties. Fragile, but able to block damage at cost of breaking.]

Covenant Special Operations Harness

Covenant Special Operations Harness: A strange suit of armor with matching helmet obviously designed to be worn by something other than a human being. It’s alien in origin but it’s sure as hell not ADVENT. Even at a glance it’s obvious that whatever this is it’s more advanced than even the heavy hitting stuff ADVENT deployed.

The harness suit features a self-motivated recharging Energy Shield able to absorb damage from physical impacts, landings, explosions, and energy emissions. After receiving a certain amount of damage the shield will drop or ‘break’ leaving the wearer vulnerable. If they don’t take damage for a while the shield will recharge on it’s own, renewing it’s protection until broken again.

This particular harness allows the wearer to cloak. Allowing them to turn invisible through optical camouflage. However it only works when the shields are up, if the shields are not active or dropped then the cloaking function will not work.

In its current state the harness/armor is simply unusable by humans or any other race besides the one it was designed after. With the proper tools and some materials it could be resized.

However it’d be much easier to gut the cloaking and shielding system and put them on something else. Either another piece of armor, a machine, or a robot...

[Highly Advanced Armor. Currently unusable by humans. Low-strength Recharging Energy Shield and Cloaking Device salvageable. Info identified from the pretense of an Engineer and Robot.]

[Eventua]

The Batter

The world must be purified.

[Unknown| 'Saviour'/'Being' | OFF| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

A tall, slim figure with skin the colour of bleached ivory. Through narrow eyes enshrouded in the shadow of an oversized baseball cap, he sees a world corrupted by impurity and chaos. Unlike himself, the world is a fragmented mess of colour, of life, of disharmony, sickness and destructive desire. His physique, as much as it is visible through the loose clothing he always wears, is muscular and healthy.
He only wears one set of clothes which, for whatever reason, never appear to get dirty or stained regardless of how much filth he walks through or how dusty the air gets. Perfectly monochrome - made up of black and white, with not even shades of grey - his clothing closely resembles a sort of sketchy or abstract version of a baseball uniform, albeit with nothing to distinction it as part of a specific team or nation.
Lastly, when observed closely, the 'creases' of his eyes - seemingly always shut or obscured - almost resemble very tightly shut eyes themselves...

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

-- Apathetic
-- Antisocial
-- Determined
-- Quiet
-- Single-minded
-- Violent
-- Clever
-- Bad at dealing with 'normal stuff'
-- Philosophical (sometimes)

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

The stranger who awoke from the nothingness between Zones, the Batter is simply a 'being' that exists for the reason of purification. Tasked by a mysterious, nameless force with this mission, he has begun travelling the Zones - numbered 0 through 3 - on a single-minded mission to destroy the Spectres. The Spectres, though a relatively new force in the Zones, appear to be born from the departed and instinctively act to spread chaos and disorder in the world. While most of the population are powerless against them, the Batter is capable of slaying them and does so without question or explanation.
When all worlds collapsed into each other, he placed the blame on the Spectres and is determined to resume his mission... if only he can find their source. Seeking information and a place from which to plan his next move, he comes to 2Fort on a seemingly temporary stop...

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

-- Proficient 'Purifier': A talented fighter, the Batter regularly does battle with the abstract and monstrous 'Specters' that infest the Zones. With bat in hand, he strikes with swift and varied blows and can use a variety of strange techniques called 'Competencies' to target the specific weaknesses of his opponent(s).
-- Philosophical Problem-Solver: The Zones are a strange and confusing place, filled with complicated mechanisms, absurd bureaucracy and whimsical conundrums that limit a person's movements and keep the world organized into many strange and special boxes. The Batter, however, has no difficulty with such challenges and regularly solves them. His keen mind rapidly works out the solution to puzzles of the abstract or fantastical sort without difficulty.

~COMPETENCIES~
As the Batter destroys more Specters and comes closer to attaining his goal of purification, he will no doubt learn many more of these strange 'Competencies' that let him channel tremendous power through his baseball bat. These 'Competencies' drain him of mental energy and physical stamina, but are potent while they take effect.
-- Save First/Second Base: His bat begins to glow, emitting a soft energy that can heal the wounds of himself or others. The effect is slow and limited to less serious injuries, but can be useful in a pinch. 'Second Base' is simply a stronger/quicker version, but in turn drains him of more energy.
-- Run With Courage: Utilizing the element of Metal, the Batter's bat is energized... and then hardens, becoming coated in heavy 'armour'. These layers of bolted steel make it more clumsy to wield but allows it to strike with much greater force that can shatter or crush heavy armour. Interestingly, when used, the Batter's personality changes ever so slightly, and he appears to fight with a heavier and more brutal style focused around ending the opponent in as few strikes as possible.
-- Run With Grace: Utilizing the element of Plastic, the Batter's bat is energized... and then gains the consistency of liquid rubber. Becoming a strange whip, it drips with boiling, toxic fluid and moves with terrible speed, burning through its targets like acid. Interestingly, when used, the Batter's personality changes every so slightly, and he appears to fight with a lighter and more cautious style focused around maintaining greater distance and covering his bases (no pun intended).

~Perks~

N/A

~Faults~

N/A

~Weaknesses~

-- Foe of All Worlds: Despite his talents as a warrior and his primary objective being the destruction of dangerous monsters, his strange appearance, lack of compassion towards others, and the exact nature of what purification does often leads to him being a social outcast. He doesn't particularly care, of course, but it can make gaining allies a difficulty task and he often faces his battles alone, leading to an over-reliance on his own skills and abilities.
-- Single Minded Soul: His devotion to his cause often leads him into dangerous situations, and while he will occasionally show restraint against overwhelming odds (such as running away from an initially invincible enemy), he none-the-less does often get himself, and others, into trouble through his dedication and unreasonableness. He also shows a strong unwillingness to listen to others if their objectives are not of obvious value to his own - the concept of simply 'doing a favour', even for potential future rewards, isn't really something he understands.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Harold Bat: A simple iron baseball bat with a bleached white colour scheme. Like the Batter's clothes, it never seems to get dirty or stained. Aside from its permanently monochrome design, the Harold Bat is able to channel the Batter's 'Competencies'. It is not otherwise special or unique from any other baseball bat.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

-- Harold Bat
-- Baseball Uniform

~INVENTORY~

-- 2x Luck Ticket (strange but simplistic healing item, applied to injuries like a band-aid)
-- 1x Silver Flesh (strange, unearthly meat concocted from Specters; restores well-being, stamina and mental well-being when consumed)

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

N/A

Abe

The Hero of Oddworld... yeah, they're not too optimistic about it either

[ Unknown | Mudokon | Oddworld | Male ]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Short and skinny, Abe isn't a very impressive fellow by human standards, barely 5 foot tall. With a generally poor diet and a life-time of hard labour, he is perpetually 'too skinny' and lacks the weight of musculature common to humans. Mudokon skin tones reflect their moods, and while most Mudokons have the basic green hue most of the time, the calm weight of the sadness he feels for his people has left him with permanently blue skin.
With large orange eyes, he can see clearly in both bright light and deep darkness, and his wide, flat feet are durable and flexible enough to make it easy for him to run in a variety of conditions. His four fingered hands are a little shorter and stubbier than most, and his back and hands are marked with a variety of scars - some from his years of slavery, others as part of ancient traditions since escaping.
Like most Mudokons, Abe is not an especially modest fellow and wears nothing short of a simple brown loincloth. But that's okay - life is short, his skin is itchy, and farts are best left free.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

-- Clumsy & Clueless
-- Compassionate
-- Anxious
-- Brave
-- Angered by injustice; sometimes prone to vengeance
-- Eco-friendly
-- Spiritual
-- Sneaky

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Abe was not always the hero of his kind. Like so many other Mudokons, Abe was hatched into slavery, his own mother forced to stitch his lips together to prevent him from crying - and thus save him from being killed. A harsh, short life of loneliness, hunger, and despair on the Magog Cartel owned meat-processing plant of Rupture Farms. But one day, something happened that changed his life.
While cleaning the floors near the board of directors meeting room, he overheard a dark secret. With profits falling and many of the animals they processed for meat being driven to extinction, the big bosses in charge realized they needed a solution, and quick. They needed meat, and they sure did have an abundance of slaves...

Forced to flee for his life, Abe escaped into the jungle and was reunited with the few remaining free Mudokons who had preserved their culture in such dark times. Learning the mysterious secrets and prophecies of his ancestors, he mastered the art of chanting and used this ancient power to free many of his people and to destroy Rupture Farms.
A great victory struck, Abe soon realized that Rupture Farms was only one of many such factories and corporations, all greedily consuming Oddworld's resources and wildlife on the broken backs and sweat of his people. Setting off with a few 'willing volunteers', their next target was Soulstorm Brewery, where the bones of the Mudokon ancestors were being mined for use in the addictive Soulstorm Brew. Through many trials, here too he succeeded in destroying a number of powerful industries and saving his people.

Then The Event happened.

Oddworld, finally seeming like there might be some spark of hope against the industrial tyranny of the Glukkons, was torn into pieces and its many strange lands scattered across the new worlds. Abe and his steadily growing tribe were likewise scattered and separated, and Abe soon found himself wandering a strange and desolate land, the guidance of his ancestors now merely a memory. Arriving at this strange town of 2Fort, Abe desperately hopes for some answers and a way to restore the world - or at least the Mudokons - before the survivors are lost forever...

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

-- Sneaky Sneaky: Abe never won his battles through brute force - cleverness and the ability to stay very quiet was always his main weapon. With hollow bones, a short and slim body, eyes that can easily see in the pitch black and gentle feet, he is a careful and stealthy traveller - if he wants to avoid being spotted, then he's certainly good at it.
-- Speedy Speedy!: Of course, Abe's other main skill has been running away from things. Very, very quickly. Oddworld is a dangerous place, and Abe's light-weight frame and powerful legs allow him to escape from danger with surprising (if usually noisy) speed. Capable of outrunning almost anything save an apex predator, on foot Abe can outrun nearly anyone - combined with his great leaping ability and seemingly endless stamina as well as the ability to curl into a small ball for tight spaces... well, if Abe wants to escape from danger, he usually doesn't have trouble with it.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Abe, more so than many of his people, has a natural talent for the art of 'Chanting'. This strange power is seemingly unique to his people, and it allows them, through deep focus and a repeated, powerful melody, to reach out and alter the world with their minds. At the height of their power as a species, it seems that they used a wide variety of devices that were controlled and powered through chanting, but nowadays such technology is quite rare. Instead, Abe uses it for its more 'basic' uses - possessing minds and opening portals.

-- Possession: By focusing his mind as he charts, Abe is able to 'synchronize' his thoughts to another being and seize control of their body. While possessing a target, Abe's own body enters an almost comatose state and he cannot feel it or sense what it senses, but he gains full and overpowering control of his target - this ability can only be used on one creature at a time and seems to be limited to people or animals of some degree of mental strength: he can't possess worms or small animals, for example, but he can control a single large animal or sapient being. Should the host die, his own body returns to his control with no difficulty, and he can exit a host at any time - either fatally or without harming it.
-- Bird Portals: It's a little known fact that the Mudokons, rubbery skin aside, are actually related to birds. As the power of the chant seems to be linked to the Mudokon ancestors, it is only natural that it would synchronize especially well with birds. By chanting near flocks of birds, the birds will begin to synchronize with each other and with the melody, channeling energy to such a degree that it creates a portal, allowing instant travel to almost anywhere he can imagine - depending on his needs, Abe can make the portal stay open long enough for himself to enter it, or he can cause it to vanish instantly as soon as he stops chanting.
---- One side note is that, after arriving in this new land, it seems his power in this regard has weakened slightly. The bird portals can only link to places he has either been to directly or else at least has a very concrete knowledge of.

~Weaknesses~

-- Deep Woe: While he generally doesn't think about it, Abe is constantly weighed down by the sadness he feels for his people. Since the destruction of Oddworld, this is heavier than before - he fears the loss of the world, of finally having found freedom and helping to start something good in the world, only to have it taken away. While he tries not to think about it, it can easily cloud his judgement and overwhelm him if he allows his negative thinking to become to strong.
-- Hollow Bones: While his light frame makes him quick and sneaky, it also leaves him fragile. Oddworld is notoriously dangerous, and in a straight up fight - either at range or in melee - Abe will lose almost every single time. Maybe if he's fighting a small child with no training he might succeed, but honestly it's kind of hard to say for sure.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

N/A

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

-- Loincloth

~INVENTORY~

N/A

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

N/A

[Oddsbod]

Tam Fiernas

“I am happy to carry your burdens. So don't push it, friend.”

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Skyrim Outfit

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[23 | Human | Skyrim – Whiterun | Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Strong round shoulders connect Tam’s stocky arms to his stocky torso. Muscles are more than evident, and his skin is tan and nicked-up, the skin of someone who’s spent a great deal of time outdoors. Though somewhat small, barely topping five feet, it’s not hard to tell that Tam is used to hard work. He might almost remind you of a pocket-sized brick wall, the kind you could carry in the palm of your hand, but also, paradoxically, hide behind.

Tam’s face is rather rectangular. A hard and square jawline that might seem so very adult is offset by a soft, pleasant nose, and young round eyes and young round cheeks. His eyes are black and somewhat birdlike. His thick dark eyebrows, shapely and rectangular, tend to arch expressively when Tam talks. His black hair is pulled back into a carelessly untied ponytail that begins at the bottom of his skull and goes down to the bottom of his shoulder blades.

On Skyrim, Tam might wear a light cloth hood and a thick fur cloak, but the environment of 2Fort is unforgiving to the cold-weather gear of his home. Instead, Tam makes due with a small undershirt that’s really no more than a pair of skintight sleeves, which cover his arms and upper back, but leaves the rest of his upper body naked. Multiple necklaces, each bearing a wide variety of curiously carved and colored charms, hang from his neck. His pants are loose and thin, and held up quite high, with colorful woven belts surrounding his stomach just below the bellybutton. Tam often carries a wide variety of supplies with him wherever he goes, and became more than familiar with the duty of packmule while aiding the Dragonborn.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS
❖ Upbeat
❖ Happy to help
❖ Patient
❖ Long-suffering
❖ Good Listener
❖ Can go from zero to Advanced Passive Aggression very quickly
❖ Will Carry Your Burdens, but May Not Ne Happy About It
❖ Talking before fighting, please
❖ Does Not Like Rushing Into Things

BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Tam was born in Winterhold, the near-abandoned city at the edge of the far north, a ruin that falls in the eternal shadow of the ancient College of Winterhold. Though much of Winterhold distrusted the nearby mage’s College, Tam felt a certain attraction to those strong stone walls, and the soft purple light that rose up from the magic wells scattered throughout the grounds, visible even from the town outside.

One day, while barely twelve years old, Tam was walking the bridge leading up to the college. It was a clear day, and in Winterhold, the clear days you might have per year can be counted on one hand. His father had never allowed him near the college, but his parents were both busy that day, and he decided he wanted to see the view from up near the towering bridge. Up above, however, he strayed too close to a nearby magical well, and in a burst of fuzzy heat and sharp needle-point stinging, Tam was knocked flat on his back, and the well went empty.

After a short discussion with Academy mages, Tam discovered that he had been born under the sign of the Atronach. Though he could generate no magical power of his own, he was like a sponge for outside magic, and could naturally soak it in and reach unusually high magic reserves.

Truth be told, while he held nothing against the college, Tam had little trust for most of the magical arts. Fireballs and illusions and summoned monsters—just more ways to kill people, and maybe feel proud of how flashy you were while doing it. The school of Restoration, however, promised something entirely different.

After a lengthy talk with his parents, a talk he had expected the absolute worse from, Tam discovered (to his delight) that they would allow him to enroll in the school. Being able to argue his way into the school, and convince his distrustful parents the value of magic for helping and healing, would have a defining effect on young Tam—it was possible to resolve things with words. It was possible for differences to be settled.

At the College, he became an apprentice and assistant to the master of Restoration studies, Colette Marence. Colette, rather paranoid, apparently took great joy out of complaining, constantly, of how the other professors talked about her behind her back, if not engaged in active sabotage. At first, Tam was rather put off by her behavior, which he found unbefitting a master healer. Eventually, he learned to roll with it, and learning to roll with frustrating eccentricities became a rather important skill for his later adventures. And, whatever else, the rather difficult magic professor was an excellent and encouraging teacher.

Some time after his education was completed, the young mage eventually found his way to Whiterun, where he entered the service of the Jarl of the city, a calm, level-headed, and refreshingly thoughtful man who seemed, shockingly, willing to talk before resorting to violence. It would be while working for the Jarl that Tam would witness the return of the dragons, terrible beings of tyranny and fire, and the rise of the Last Dragonborn, a fabled hero who would restore balance to the world. When the Dragonborn’s identity was revealed at Whiterun, Tam was assigned to him as Housecarl, a servant sworn to carry the Dragonborn’s burdens, something Tam found would be extremely literal as he grew used to hefting wheels of cheese, potions, armor, and looted weapons for miles across rugged and inhospitable terrain.

But he treasured this time, fighting alongside the Dragonborn. It was meaningful. It was true. It questioned his willingness to heal, challenged his fear of killing, and, in tiny amounts, vindicated his conviction that there was a better way to save the world than with the tip of the sword. Before the collapse of the multiverse, Tam had been working alongside the Dragonborn and the elder dragon Parthuunax to win over the remaining dragons, scattered after Alduin’s defeat—to wash away the wounds of civil war and rampant destruction, and set about bringing in a new age to the world of Tamriel.

Of course, sometimes, the world has different plans.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

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~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Tam is a highly capable outdoorsman, having spent much of the last three years roughing it in the wild, fighting off bears, marauders, and some of the worst weather this side of Nirn, and carefully learning the ins and outs of survivalism (and carrying the load for someone who couldn’t survive their way out of a cardboard box).

Tam is a skilled cook, and is good at making a decent, enjoyable meal out of scraps. He also possesses the unusual ability to carry somewhat more weight than he should, and to store more goods than strictly possible in all his packs and pockets. It is not entirely known how this is possible, and Tam will give you blank states if you bring it up, but, whatever the case, he makes an excellent pack mule.

The unfortunate realities of Skyrim have forced him to become capable with a thick iron mace, though in the weeks after Alduin’s defeat, he found refreshingly few times to use it, and ultimately did not have it with him when he was separated from the Dragonborn during the collapse.

~SKILLS~

❖ Level: 52
❖ HP: 260
❖ Magicka: 310/380 (I’ll be ticking this down whenever Tam uses a spell during the RP, and ticking it up if he ever absorbs some magic.)
❖ Stamina: 290

Magic

Spells:

❖ Turn Greater Undead – Undead up to level 21 flee for 30s. 267 Magicka
❖ Grand Healing – Heals everyone close to the caster 200 points. Does not affect atronachs, machines or undead. 254 Magicka
❖ Close Wounds – Heals the caster 100 points. 126 Magicka
❖ Greater Ward – Increases armor rating by 80 points, and negates up to 80 points of spell damage or effects. 86 Magicka per second
❖ Heal Other – Heals the target 75 points. Does not affect undead, atronachs, or machines. 80 Magicka
❖ Heal Undead – Heals the undead target 75 points, but not the living, atronachs or machines. 115 Magicka
Fast Healing – Heals the caster 50 points. 73 Magicka
❖ Healing Hands – Heals the target 10 points per second, but not undead, atronachs, or machines. 25 per second
❖ Necromantic Healing – Heals the undead target 10 points per second, but not the living, atronachs or machines. 37 Magicka
❖ Turn Lesser Undead – Undead up to level 6 flee for 30s. 84 Magicka
❖ Steadfast Ward – Increases armor rating by 60 points, and negates up to 60 points of spell damage or effects. 58 Magicka per second.

Perks:

❖ Novice Restoration – Cast Novice level Restoration spells for half magicka.
❖ Regeneration – Healing spells cure 50% more.
❖ Apprentice Restoration – Cast Apprentice level Restoration spells for half magicka.
❖ Respite – Healing spells also restore stamina.
❖ Adept Restoration – Cast Adept level Restoration spells for half magicka.
❖ Expert Restoration – Cast Expert level Restoration spells for half magicka.
❖ Sailor’s Repose – Healing spells cure 10% more.

Restoration Master: As a master of the Restoration school of magic, Tam is adept at a wide variety of healing magic, capable of mending terrible flesh wounds and saving someone from even the brink of death. However, restoration magic on Skyrim was developed entirely within the context of pitch battle, and as a result is designed to heal battle-wounds, with no real way of curing illnesses. Tam has basic knowledge of medicinal herbs and first aid to fill in gaps where magic cannot help, or if he has depleted his magicka reserves. Secondary restoration spells also allow him to pressure undead to flee, and conjure defensive wards.

Sign of the Atronach: Born under the Atronach, Tam has no inherent magicka and cannot generate his own, unlike most other beings on Tamriel. However, he can absorb magicka from other sources, a highly useful ability which, among other things, allows him to vastly weaken enemy spells that might harm him.

~Perks~

Gently smells of flowers. Probably a side effect of his Restoration magic.

~Faults~

Gets passive aggressive when healing others—involuntary response, not easily controlled.

~Weaknesses~
His inability to generate magicka is not much of a problem on Tamriel, where anyone and their uncle can just fire a few spells at him to juice him up. Stuck in the wild, however, outside a high fantasy setting, he must judiciously keep track of his magic reserves, and leap at any chance to recharge his battery.

As the product of a high fantasy world, Tam is thoroughly out of his depth when it comes to modern technology such as computers. While some experience with dwemer ruins may have familiarized him with robots, projectiles, and basic clockwork technology, he has no idea the bizarre world of digitalized information awaiting him.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

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~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

❖ Winter Gear (Heavy fur cloak and insulated clothing.)
❖ Underclothes.
❖ Traveler’s pack

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~
The unforgiving weather has forced him to stow most of his winter clothes, leaving Tam with only a sort of undershirt covering his sleeves and upper back, but leaving the rest of his chest naked, with a belted up part of pants, and simple leather boots. A large and rather bulky bag is slung over his back.

~INVENTORY~

❖ Tinderbox
❖ Hatchet
❖ Frying pan

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

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[Kamen Evie]

The Merchant

”Got somethin’ that might interest ya!”

[30’s(?)| Human (?) | Resident Evil 4| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

It’s a tense situation. An isolated situation, fraught with danger, in uncharted lands. You enter the next room with dread, expecting the worst…

And are met by The Merchant, a hooded figure in a long, weathered black trench coat, with a purple cloth covering most of his face. That, along with the fingerless gloves, meaning that his fingers and the area just around his eyes are the only traces of his pale skin that remain visible. His eyes are blue, but sometimes they glow red, and he usually stands with a slouchy posture, possibly due to the large backpack he carries with him.

Despite his shady appearance he gives off a very amicable aura. Maybe it's the giddy look he gets in his eyes when he sees a potential customer, maybe it's his strangely endearing cockney-esque accent, or maybe it's the way he’ll open up that trench coat to reveal enough firepower to solve every problem you could ever even think of… provided you've got the cash.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Jovial
• Opportunistic
• Miserly
• Polite
• Unassuming

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Just exactly who or what The Merchant is always has and probably always will be a complete mystery, but it was quite clear that against all odds, he had hit the jackpot. Two customers had enough of a need for his inventory that they were willing to trade villages, castles, and mines full of treasure for it, and they had succeeded, destroying the Los Illuminados for good and filling his coffers full of pesetas in the process. The Merchant escaped the destruction of the island and left to clean out his other shops and head on to another venture…

Until The Event happened, and he lost it all. The guns, the shops, the shooting galleries, those blue torches, and perhaps worst of all, the bottlecap figurines. He was left with nothing, and had wandered the pastiche of worlds until he had found the town of 2Fort. It wasn’t all bad. He could definitely work with this. After all, with all these worlds coming together full of dangerous creatures and dangerous people, there oughta be some very profitable business opportunities just ripe for the picking.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Appraisal: As one who frequently trades weapons and treasures, The Merchant can quickly and accurately determine the identity and value of any firearm or treasure he comes across.

Weapon Maintenance: The Merchant has an encyclopedic knowledge of firearms, with a firm understanding of every part of anything that could be considered a gun, and as such can keep one running, provided the parts themselves aren’t broken.

Minor Crafting: The Merchant is surprisingly good with machinery, able to rig up a shooting gallery with moving targets in several different locations. It’s nothing extreme, but he could probably fix a broken gate or something. He also possesses a few more utilitarian skills like herb-mixing.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Tune Up: By somehow expending treasure or raw cash, The Merchant can permanently raise a firearm beyond its normal capabilities, increasing either firepower, firing speed, reload speed, or magazine capacity. Upgrading the magazine capacity will (somehow) refill the magazine to full capacity.

Strong Back: Though The Merchant already looks like he’s packing enough heat and cash to fund a small militia, he can carry even more than he appears to be able to, to the point that one wonders whether it’s some sort of extra-dimensional storage… provided that it’s cash, treasure, or part of what he’s selling.

Weapon Hunter The Merchant can practically sniff out a new and interesting gun to add to his collection. He has an easier time finding firearms than most, regardless of the quality.

~Perks~

I’ve got a Selection of Good Things on Sale, Stranger! Though most of his inventory has been lost, The Merchant has retained a few basic weapons: A handgun, a shotgun, and a rifle, along with one First Aid Spray

~Faults~

Miser: The Merchant is ridiculously stingy about keeping his potential sales in perfect condition. He will only use the worst equipment he has on him, if that equipment is remotely worth holding on to, and save the rest as inventory. He also isn’t willing to part with his inventory out of goodwill.

~Weaknesses~

The Merchant can shoot a gun or swing a knife or club, but his skills with them are average at best. He’d prefer to let his customers wield his inventory rather than himself.

The Merchant is also quite frugal with his services. He’s rather affable, but don’t expect him to shell out weapons or upgrades out of the kindness of his heart.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~
Clothes and Gear: The Merchant’s trusty outfit and backpack. Withstands the elements and can conceal a mindblowing amount of weaponry, though the heat it would suggest to provide doesn’t seem to bother him.

Shop Inventory: The Merchant’s remaining shop inventory. He won’t use these himself, but he's willing to part with them for the right price.

• Handgun: A slightly used semi-automatic pistol that was sold to The Merchant by a certain stranger early on in his adventure, comes with a full ten-round magazine. Reliable, but nothing particularly special.
• Shotgun: An old-fashioned pump-action shotgun. Comes with six shells.
• Rifle: An old-fashioned bolt-action rifle. Comes with five rounds. Doesn’t come with a scope.
• First Aid Spray: A spray can containing a bizarre substance that heals all injuries. Can only be used once.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

Clothes and Gear

~INVENTORY~

*listed above*

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Courier Six

“Think you got the guts to carve out a frontier? Build towns, protect the roads, run supplies, train troops?”
“My sycophant tells me yes.”

[22| Human | Fallout: New Vegas - New California Republic| Female]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

In local folklore, The Courier was an enigmatic figure, drifting from place to place in a suit of pre-war riot armor, face hidden behind a gas mask and helmet as she solved problems with words, bullets, or rockets. During the Second Battle of Hoover Dam (and other miscellaneous occasions when she was really on the warpath), she was often recounted as a knight in shining Advanced Power Armor Mk II, laying waste to The Legion with her Red Glare rocket launcher.

Now? She’s a lot less imposing. Standing around 5’9”, she’s got a very unassuming aura with an air of that hardened “gets shit done” kind of attitude. She’s got a somewhat slender figure, with the odd scar here and there, toned and hardened by a life of travelling, fighting, and carrying heavy equipment, usually the for the purpose of more fighting. She's got a head of long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and deep green eyes. Most of her body is covered in some decently maintained leather armor, but it lacks a left sleeve, instead wearing a wrist-mounted computer over her forearm along with a strange glove. She wears an odd necklace, decorated with what appears to be a platinum poker chip.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Empathetic
• Inquisitive
• Goal-oriented
• Charismatic
• Somewhat devious
• Strives for a best-case scenario
• Sarcastic Optimist
• Just a tad bitter

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Chance Fortuna was born 183 years after the world had been ravaged in an all-out nuclear war. The Great War. Things were pretty good, though. She was born in the New California Republic, easily the most thriving nation (let alone society) in the known world of postwar America. She had a nice childhood, though she always felt like she wanted to see the world beyond the NCR. She didn’t really feel like enlisting, but she grew up to become a courier. Essentially a glorified mailman, but when the world is filled with raiders and mutant creatures, it was less lame than it sounded, especially when it was supplemented by the occasional odd job here and there. It was a fun job… Until she got a mission to deliver a package to the city of New Vegas. On her way, she was ambushed by a man with a tacky suit who took her delivery, tied her up, and shot her in the face. She lived. And she was pretty eager to see what the deal was with that little incident.

War never changes, and even after the war to end all wars, there would still be groups of people fighting over what to do with what’s been left after it. New Vegas was the center of a three-way struggle for the city itself and Hoover Dam. The forces of the NCR, Caesar’s Legion, and Mr. House were all vying for control, but none could take down one faction without being too battered to take down the remaining foe. The key to tipping the balance was in that package; a platinum poker chip. Technically it was an advanced data storage device, but still, it was pretty important. As Chance travelled across the Mojave, forging friendships and getting into a variety of misadventures, it seemed to her that none of the three factions really had the right idea in mind for New Vegas. The NCR was rife with corruption and was overextending itself, Mr. House seemed more interested in building up New Vegas economically than actually helping the people of the Mojave, and The Legion... Well, what wasn’t wrong with The Legion?

So she tipped the balance of power in a fourth direction; her own. Taking her would-be assassin’s plot to usurp Mr. House’s position of power with the help of a reprogrammed robot named Yes Man, she killed Mr. House, installed Yes Man into his computer systems, and upgraded his robot army with the data in the Platinum Chip, just as House had intended her to. Except now she was the one with the army of killer robots, controlled by Yes Man. She continued to travel the Mojave, convincing various factions to ally with her, and fight The Legion alongside the NCR when they would battle once again for control of Hoover Dam. Along with The Boomers, she’d managed to sway the Brotherhood of Steel, The Great Khans, what remained of The Enclave… She’d managed to convince many to put aside their history with the New California Republic and work for a better future.

When the time came, Chance fought her way through Legion soldiers swarming through Hoover Dam, made her way to their camp, and carefully explained to Legate Lanius why his plan to hold New Vegas was one of the most logistically unsound plans of all time before she blew his ass sky-high with several blocks of C4. The NCR general in charge came to her to congratulate her on taking the dam for them… And was promptly told to fuck off as Courier Six’s endless army of robots revealed itself. He didn’t really have any choice in the matter.

With House dead, the Legion routed, and the NCR sent home with its tail between its legs, The young courier went home to the Lucky 38 casino, took off her power armor, sat down, and put her legs up on her desk. She was the undisputed queen of New Vegas. After things in the city settled down, she went straight to work improving the Mojave with the help of the allies (and more importantly, the friends) that she had made. Cleaning up the city outside the walls of New Vegas, making sure Freeside and the smaller settlements outside of the city were getting what they needed, burning down all those goddamn Cazador nests…

Just a year in, and Chance felt like she was really making the Mojave a better place. And it seemed like no force on Earth could topple her rule…

So The Event did. Like before in what felt like such a long time ago, she woke up in the middle of nowhere with even less of an idea how she got there than before. Torn from her empire and even her world, she was left with nothing but the clothes on her back, a computer on her wrist, a knife, and the chip that started it all...

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Negotiator: Chance’s successes aren’t formed by being the most badass gunslinger West of the Colorado River (though she would like to have claim to that title), they were formed by her ability to get people who hate each other’s guts to work together for her. She’s got an extraordinary talent with convincing, sweet-talking, bartering, bluffing, and flirting her way into getting what she wants.

Gunslinger: Not every problem in the Mojave could be solved through words alone. When push comes to shove, she's a pretty good shot with guns or energy weapons, and a pretty good knife fighter. Very much a jack of all trades, master of none situation. Except when it comes to…

Explosives: Chance’s real combat talents lie in making things go boom. Setting charges, cutting fuses, disarming mines, throwing grenades, saying “fuck it” and going to town with an RPG with precise knowledge of the firing trajectory, that sort of thing. She can even take the gunpowder and primers out of bullets and make homemade explosives or other kinds of munitions, but she requires special equipment to do so.

Gearhead: With a penchant for fixing the odd broken appliance, Chance’s mechanical talents only grew as she got the chance to poke around with all kinds of robots, weapons, and devices in the Mojave. From Enclave Eyebots to Securitrons, she’s poked around in just about every crazy machine there was. Looking through Mr. House’s documents has given her an almost complete knowledge on RobCo products and what makes them tick, though she’d be out of her element with anything more advanced than the more retro tech present in her home world.

Power Armor Training: Suits of powered armor developed before and after the Great War were renowned as being easily the best thing one could wear to battle, enhancing the wearer’s strength and shrugging off just anything less than heavy weaponry like it was nothing. The problem was that they were… Less than intuitive. Chance received training in how to use them on her travels, and can probably apply that knowledge to other bizarre high-tech armor suits given some time.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Luck: Chance is lucky enough to have been banned from several casinos across Nevada and the West Coast, not to mention the whole “got shot in the face and lived” thing. The dice will roll her way more often in general and will almost always roll her way if she’s gambling.

Survival: Chance has picked up a lot of tricks for surviving in a post-apocalyptic version of one of the most arid regions of America. She can make surprisingly delectable dishes out of mutant creatures one wouldn't expect to be even remotely edible. She can also back simple armors with the pelts of mutant geckos and other monsters, as well as skin those creatures provided she has a suitable knife on her person.

~Perks~

Jackpot: The ultimate expression of Courier Six’s luck. Once, and only once, The Courier can do the impossible. Whether it’s surviving what would otherwise be a death, or doing something far outside their knowledge or skills. The most contrived nonsense will happen as the universe aligns itself entirely in the Courier’s favor for no reason other than sheer luck.

Lessons Learned: Chance has been through a metric shitton of adventures, misadventures, heists, and hijinks, and she's learned from every single one of them. She starts with a lot of skills and is more than eager to learn more.

~Faults~

Wild Card: The Courier screwed over a lot of plans when she took the Mojave. The NCR and Caesar’s Legion were particularly pissed off, and whatever’s left of them would really like to settle some unfinished business. Assassin squads were annoying enough when she was armed to the teeth, but it’s anyone’s guess how well she’ll fare against them now.

Med-X Addiction: Chance was sometimes known for being able to take a ridiculous amount of punishment and keep going… Nine times out of ten, this was because she was hopped up on morphine. After a run-in with a high-tech stealth suit in Big MT that was particularly liberal with injecting the stuff, she got hooked on it. If she can go cold turkey for a week or find some other way of fixing her problem, she can kick the habit. Otherwise, if she hasn't taken Med-X that day, she can suffer withdrawal symptoms once that day, messing with her ability to perform a precise task.

~Weaknesses~

Despite all her talents and the odd cybernetic enhancement, Chance is only human. She's not the toughest person out there, either. She excels by being resourceful and being able to use a variety of people and equipment to her advantage, and she has none of those things now.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Pip-Boy 3000: A wrist-mounted computer with various functions, including a map, radio, flashlight, compass, Geiger counter and more. Rather simple even in comparison to modern smartphones, but useful (and incredibly durable) nonetheless.

Straight Razor: An ordinary straight razor. Though it cuts deep, it’s not exactly an ideal weapon. At least it can lead to some cheesy one-liners about a close shave.

Platinum Chip: What appears to be a platinum poker chip. In actuality, it’s an advanced data storage unit. It opens a couple doors and contains an operating system update for Securitrons, but its use has long since passed. It’s since been made into a necklace.

Leather Armor: Some very Mad Max-looking leather armor, with no left sleeve. Not exactly ideal protection, but easy to move around in.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

*Above

~INVENTORY~

*Above

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Chance has insisted that people call her by her actual name, but everyone tends to refer to her as some variation of “Courier” either way.

Chance used to be rather skilled in medical fields, but after an incident in which her brain was temporarily successfully replaced with a tesla coil, she decided that she knew nothing about being a physician and strays away from it whenever possible.

[Megsychan]

El Presidente

British Officer: Seriously, you are without a doubt, the worst dictator I have ever heard of.
El Presidente: But you have heard of me!

[300+| Human | Tropico, Republic of Tropico | Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

El Presidente is the president of the world's smallest nation, but that doesn't stop him from trying to look like he comes from a nation that actually matters. El Presidente stands at an average height for a fully grown man, with a downright fat build (but call him a fatty at your own risk!) His olive skin, often tanned through the heat in his island nation, is complimented by a full black beard and mustache. El Presidente's brown eyes are usually obscured by a pair of sunglasses he never takes off, not even indoors (it's part of his image!)

His outfit screams his old profession. A military dress uniform, complete with a matching cap, shows off his impressive power as the de facto dictator of Tropico. At first he wore green, but El Presidente decided to change to black later on in his presidency. There was a brief stint where he considered switching to white (as the image above depicts) due to being more comfortable in the Tropican climate, but he later changed back to black because black hid his fat better was more imposing. El Presidente also has a pistol, a Tokarev, which he keeps in a holster to once again show off his authority. Finally, El Presidente's brand is completed with a Tropican-made cigar in his mouth, one of his nation's chief exports.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

* Strangely charismatic
* Slightly eccentric
* Jovial demenour
* Natural-born schemer
* Self-centered morality, doesn't care about things except in relationship to himself and his own interests
* No real sense of right or wrong
* Prideful
* Vengeful
* Bombastic


BACKGROUND INFORMATION

El Presidente is synonymous with the island of Tropico itself, situated in the serene Caribbean ocean. The island, originally settled by pirates as a safe harbor to rest after spending time on the high seas. The man who established Tropico, a Spanish pirate famously tortured by the English, known simply as El Rey Pirata, is rumored to be El Presidente himself (putting his age closer to 500 years old instead of the current 300). At the very least, he is most likely an ancestor for El Presidente, given their strangely similar looks. The Spanish Empire seized the islands sometime in the 1600s, displacing EL Rey Pirata and his pirate and resettling the island with mestizos across the Caribbean. Britain would seize the island only about a hundred years later, incoperating Tropico into their empire. In order to prevent any discontent on the island, they offered the position of Governor-General to the first Tropican to respond to their job offer. An eccentric man only known as "El Presidente" took up their offer.

Of course, El Presidente immediately went to work (re)turning the island into a personal fiefdom for his own enrichment. He continuously embezzled state funding, used technicalities and favors to continuously extend his mandate for as long as possible, and made any British investigator that pried too close to his illegal activities disappear. As the British Empire in the 1800s was looking away from the New World and into Asia and Africa, El Presidente used their waning interest in policing their Carribean territories to declare independence. The British sent a small contingent of Royal Marines in an attempt to arrest El Presidente, but after being defeated on the beaches, Queen Victoria allegedly shrugged and asked instead if they were interested in a trade agreement instead.

With Tropican independence secured, El Presidente's first hundred years of reign went on realtively uneventful, as every world power ignored the tiny island to pursue their empire building. The outbreak of the First World War changed everything. Suddenly, both Britain and Germany were competing with each other to get Tropico to send resources to a particular side. Tropico remained officially neutral, but experts noted that Tropico seemed to have fulfilled more trade requests from Germany rather than Britain. A bit due to already producing what the Germans wanted, a bit simply as one last screw you to the British.

World War II was a different story, however. As the Tropican relationships with Germany grew, and the Nazis facing near total collapse by 1945, Tropico officially declared for the Axis. El Presidente sent his trusted advisor, Penultimo, and a unit of Tropican soldiers, to Germany in order to help crush the encircled airborne units in the Ardennes. After brutal fighting in the snow, the representative of the Allied Powers personally went to El Presidente to thank Tropico for their invaluable help in helping the utter destruction of German troops. The Tropican delegation was so terrible, ill-prepared, and mismanaged, that many historians blame Tropico for single-handingly losing the battle for Germany. Nazi leaders fled to Tropico once it became apparent they lost the war, and an Anglo-American join task force attempted to bring El Presidente to justice. However, they landed at the same beach that the British landed on nearly one hundred-fifty years prior, now built up with lots of fortifications. Tropico celebrated a decisive victory, and Queen Elizabeth simply shrugged her shoulders and once again asked if Tropico were interested in a new trade agreement. America too lost interest, despite Tropico practically being in their backyard.

El Presidente, however, was humbled by the experience. No more would he ever declare for a single "side", as that almost ruined his nice little empire. Instead, as the Cold War kicked in with the 1950s, El Presidente played both the Americans and the Soviets against each other as he continuously grew rich from fulfilling both of their demands. Both superpowers never even realized how deceptive El Presidente was in keeping both powers happy, pretending to be socialist or capitalist wherever it was the most convenient. El Presidente's bank account grew to enormous numbers as he continued to embezzle funds from as many sources he could get his greedy hands on.

Things started to go weird around the 90s. The Soviet Union never fell, and the Cold War continued well into the 2010s. The EU, the Arab Leauge, and the People's Republic of China all became superpowers in their own right, not quite to the tier of the USA or USSR, but strong enough to attempt to exert influence on Tropico. El Presidente included all three into his Great Game, but even as he was smart in keeping all five happy in Tropico, it became clear that geopolitics at large was never meant to accommodate this many superpowers. By the 2010s, El Presidente was greeted with a bright flash and a mushroom cloud: some dispute in Ukraine or whatever simply escalated too far, and someone had beef with El Presidente. Probably those damn British. El Presidente hated the British. Always had.

As El Presidente was consumed by the inferno, he didn't die. No, worse. He found himself in some sort of desert, away from his beautiful palace and tropical paradise. Seperated from his swiss bank account, now El Presidente has to rebuild everything from scratch.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Cult of Personality: If there is one thing El Presidente is good at, it's yelling into the microphone and sounding utterly convincing. Tropico has survived two invasions and a Cold War, not to mention various rebel groups, through El Presidente's sheer charisma and demagoguery. El Presidente knows what strings to pull, what sells well to a person or group of people, and can get people to easily do his bidding, while making them seem in control.

Financial Vision: If there is a way for something to make money, especially a personal profit, El Presidente knows how. Particularly if it involves embezzling, his favorite activity.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Besides unexplained biological immortality (effectively ageless), El Presidente is no different from any other regular human being, and thus has no magical ability

~Perks~

Swiss Bank Accounts: El Presidente's slush fund is magical. Anytime the timeline in his own universe was disrupted, the amount of money that was in the overseas banks would stay. Thus, El Presidente was able to amass a personal fortune in various banks all across the tax havens of the world. This remains true even in this universe; those funds still managed to cross over, although none of it is currently in his possession. However, El Presidente is certain that, if he puts the effort to search for it, he could probably find areas where parts of his fortune are stored.

~Faults~

Nicotine Addiction: That American gangster movie that El Presidente liked to watch, Scarface he thinks it was called, said the most important rule to the drug trade was to never get high on your own supply. Much like Tony, El Presidente ignored that warning, chomping on the finest cigars made on this planet Earth: his own country's. While this didn't lead to his death via shootout, he is now addicted to Nicotine, and there is only so-much cigars a person can carry on their own.

~Weaknesses~

El Presidente is a leader, not a fighter. While he can shoot down the average mook with his pistol, he is used to having an army fighting for (and with! El Presidente is certainly no coward, mind you) him. He can get overwhelmed very quickly by numbers, and he doesn't have the personal strength to deal with named characters. El Presidente prefers to fight with words, not bullets.

After a certain time without having nicotine or tobacco of some kind, El Presidente will go into withdraw. When he does, Cross will roll on a special little table and a number of things will happen that he'll have to contend with. They can range from silly, to strange, to worryingly dangerous. It'll be fun!!!

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

* Dictator clothes and hat, to make him look imposing and regal
* A Soviet TT-30 pistol with 2 mags of 8 bullets each
* A ten-pack of the finest Tropican cigars (10/10)
* Nuclear detonator (Broken)


~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

* Clothes
* TT-30

~INVENTORY~

See above

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

VOTE EL PRESIDENTE OR ELSE

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Max Payne

"The way I see it.. there're two types of people: those who spend their lives trying to build a future. And those who spend their lives trying to rebuild the past."

[Born 1969| Human | Max Payne| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Max is a physically fit middle aged white man, befitting his status as a long time policeman and detective. He stands at around six feet tall. The Event caught him wearing his trusty jacket, as well as a white shirt, a tie, and grey khakis.

A life of loss and hardship wears on him. He is prone to being unkempt, only straightening himself up whenever professionalism demands it. Even then, he carries himself like a man that has to work to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning; his body slightly deflated like a days old balloon.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Cynical
- Snarky
- Depressive
- Jaded to All Hell
- Fatalistic
- Morbid Sense of Humor
- Poetic Sense of Description
- Capable of Fanatical Levels of Perseverance

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Max Payne's story starts on August 22, 1998. That was the night that Michelle and Rose Payne, his wife and infant daughter, were killed by a bunch of drug addicts in a home invasion. The addicts were all high on a new designer drug called Valkyr. This prompted him to leave the NYPD and join the DEA. After three years there was a break in the case when an informant linked the Punchinello crime family to the distribution of Valkyr.

Going undercover, Max only had two people in the DEA aware that he was undercover: Alex Balder and B.B. Thus when Alfred was killed during a meeting with Max, he was the prime suspect. With the NYPD hunting him for murder, he was forced to uncover a conspiracy leading to the Aesir Corporation and their CEO Nicole Horne. The company was responsible for developing Valkyr for the military in an effort to create a super-soldier drug, but when the project was cancelled she continued to produce the drug and sell it on the streets through the Punchinellos.

Nicole Horne had been a member of a secret society called the Inner Circle. Her rival, Senator Alfred Woden, had sent incriminating evidence to DA's office, where Michelle worked. This was why Horne targeted her, sending the junkies to kill her that fateful night. With Woden's support, Max was able to storm the Aesir building, killing Horne before she could escape.

Exonerated of the hundreds of killings with Woden's help. Transferring back to the NYPD as a detective, Payne kept working until 2003 when he uncovered another conspiracy. After getting himself involved in a brewing mob war between Vladimir Lem and Vinnie Cognitti, he ends up with a contract on his head. With the help of the assassin Mona Sax, he eventually discovers that Vladimir Lem, who had helped him with the 2001 incident, was a rebel member of the Inner Circle and was the one behind the hitmen going after both Mona and Max.

Having been betrayed by one of his last friends on Earth, Max went after Vlad. However he was stopped at the last minute by Mona, who had been hired to kill him but ultimately she couldn't go through with it as they had fallen in love during the proceedings. Unfortunately this gave Vladimir a perfect chance to shoot her, leaving her to die in Max's arms like his wife before her.

Max was able to kill Vlad, using his own gun no less, and was exonerated for all the killings he'd committed, Max soon spiralled into a deep depression even as his work helped dissolve the Puchinello Crime Family. And then The Event happened. Wandering for the better part of a day, across fragments of twisted versions of New York city, he thought he was stuck in one of his reoccurring nightmares. It didn't help when he came across the alien queen, or the Captain Baseball Bat Boy rip-off. If one good thing can be said about The Event can be said, waking up on a couch in the middle of nowhere sure breaks a man out of a funk.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Firearms: Max has shown extreme proficiency with all sorts of guns, from his trusty 9mm to Ingrams to the mighty Jackhammer.

Grappling: While his training as a cop doesn't make him the best hand to hand fighter, he is still trained in multiple techniques to subdue a foe to arrest them. If he feels like it.

Trained Detective: Max is a veteran homocide detective and had spent time working undercover. Despite his more (in)famous exploits, he is a solid investigator who is familiar with police procedures.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Bullet Time: Whenever he's in danger, Max has been known to react with superhuman speed and grace. One of his most famous techniques is dive through the air while firing his weapons.

Rapid Reload: Payne has the miraculous ability to reload his guns in the blink of an eye, allowing his concerto of carnage to continue.

One Man Armory: After working undercover in the criminal underworld, Max has picked up many of the subtle techniques required to hide multiple weapons on his person. In short, so long as he's wearing something to hide them under, he can carry a remarkable number of weapons without issue.

~Perks~

Happiness at the Bottom of a Bottle: Max has been known to shrug off tremendous injury just by downing a bottle of painkillers. For some unknown reason alcohol, drugs, and other similar pharmaceuticals are more effective.

~Faults~
Barrel of Monkeys on His Back: In a bit of irony that isn't lost on him, Max has developed a few addictions and dependencies. While he is currently high functioning, he is addicted to the pills that helped him get through many a gunfight, as well as some alcoholic tendencies. (In game terms, he is more likely to become addicted, but isn't as debilitated by immediate withdrawal effects.)

~Weaknesses~

Just a Man: Despite his ability to seemingly shrug off the worst that New York can throw at him, a solid shot will put him down. His ability to survive things such as a bullet to the head and an overdose of Valkyr seem to be largely due to grit and luck. He is not superhumanly strong nor fast outside of his bullet time.

Ghosts of His Past: Payne's name is truly apt. A history of loss and hardship has made him bitter and depressed. Vengeance for his family drove him for years, and that is not something you give up easily. Ultimately he still tries to do the right thing but he has jade colored glasses. When he sets his sights on someone or something, he plunges in with a near suicidal determination.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

9mm pistol: Standard issue to the NYPD and known as "America's Avenger", this pistol holds 16 rounds of common 9mm ammo. Starts with one 16 round magazine.

Leather Jacket: Worn, patched up, and reliable. This jacket is a metaphor for Max himself.

NYPD Detective Badge: Number 8349. The last remnant of one of the largest police departments in the world.

Three Photos of Three Girls: Michelle, Rose, and Mona. Tragedy befalls those he loves, leaving only images.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~
- Just Starting Equipment

Loot Added

Ruby

Ruby

A stunning blood red jewel roughly the size of a golf ball. Unmistakably a ruby, beautifully cut and polished by what could only be a master jeweler. It's far, far too big to put on a regular sized ring but it'd work well with a large necklace or some kind of headpiece. Acceptable as currency by nearly everyone and everything. Trading it has the potential for a lot of bartering power or cash in return if it's sold. However there could be other uses for it...

[Highly valuable miscellaneous item. Reflects light. Very hard. Acceptable nearly everywhere]

Scamp Skin

Scamp Skin

A wide patch of what appears to be some kind of skin. It's brown in color with thin, singed hair sticking out in certain areas. The skin holds a strange, almost brimstone like smell to it but doesn't appear to be cooked or prepared in anyway. Despite being raw the skin is rather leathery and dry. You're unsure just what this came from but you can safely assume that it wasn't human.

[Single use consumable. Alchemical ingredient. Effects currently unknown. Edible, but will have random effects if eaten.]

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MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

N/A

EXTRA

For anything else.

Edit: 7/7/17: Added clarification on Payne's Flaw

The Medic

"... Let's go practice medicine."

[50's (?)| Human | Team Fortress 2| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Almost always wearing his white coat and rubber gloves in the field, The Medic looks like a doctor. He has a long pointed face and greying sideburns, but overall his hair has kept its dark color. Under his coat, he typically wears a waistcoat and dress shirt. He practices good posture, almost always standing up straight, making his 6 feet of height seem just a little taller.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Morbidly Curious
- Callous
- Sadistic
- Surprisingly Trustworthy
- Dark Sense of Humor
- Good at Improvisation
- Affably Evil

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Little is known about the man known to most as "The Medic". What is known is that he was raised in Rottenburg, Germany during a time when then Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion. He claims to have had a medical licence at one point, but lost it after stealing every bone in a patient's body.

Beyond this point, it's easier to list what he's done than to try and form a cohesive time-line. By 1972, his list of notable doings include:
- Stolen the catering van from the Prime Minister's wedding, in the process stealing the dove that would become his pet, Archimedes.
- Sold his soul to the Devil, only to surgically implant eight more souls, thus getting him out of hell
- Invented the Ubercharge Device and the Medigun
- Developed a device that allows him to revive his team-mates in the field, as opposed to waiting for the respawn system to kick in, useful during the Grey Mann Incident.

Eventually Saxton Hale, CEO of Mann Co. lost a fistfight to a small girl and lost control of Mann Co. to Gray Mann. The first thing Gray did was fire the Mercenaries, including The Medic. Thankfully he was brought onto the Team Fortress Classic team to replace their missing medic. Working as a bit of a double agent, he managed to bide his time and help his old team destroy the TFC Mercenaries.

Unfortunately for them, The Event occurred, leaving a bunch of plot threads hanging. The Medic was quite confused to find himself separated from his team, and back in the town of Teufort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Medicine: The Medic, funnily enough, knows how to heal people. While he clearly shows a tenuous grasp of medical ethics, this skill has been invaluable to his team in the past.

Mad Scientist: Mr. Ludwig has done morally bankrupt things in the pursuit of science. While nowhere as technically inclined as Mr. Conagher, he has invented the Healing Ray, several variants of the Medigun, and the Uber-Charge Implant.

Combat Medic: While most doctors only work under conditions such as 'Sterile Environments' and 'Not Being Shot At', The Medic works on the battlefield. While his team-mates are better equipped to fight than he is, he did have his own weaponry and knew how to use it.

Fast on his Feet: The Medic, used to being a main target on the battlefield, is quite spry for someone his age. He runs faster than normal, about 107% the speed of an average person.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Regeneration: While nowhere near the level his medigun can provide, the Medic has the ability to passively regenerate from wounds.

~Perks~

Infernal Medicine: The Medic is a damn fine doctor. In fact, he sold part of his soul for it. Any sort of medical device, procedure, or drug is simply more effective in his hands than a it otherwise would be and he can sometimes get away with doing things medically that Just. Shouldn't. Work. See: Stealing every bone in a patient's body while leaving them alive enough to wake up, successfully returning multiple person's blood to their body by simply pouring it into their chest after soaking it off the ground with his underwear, and surgically implanting 8 more souls into himself weasel his way out of Hell.

~Faults~
Infernal Debt: While the Medic is technically a majority owner of his soul still, Hell still owns 2/9ths of it. They also don't appreciate the fact that he screwed them out of his soul Any and all creatures that could be described as 'demonic' are more hostile towards him.

~Weaknesses~

The Medic just has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's the fact he's a mad scientist. Maybe it's just the fact he wears glasses. Either way he just comes across as slimy, making him hard for him to gain people's trust.

He also is physically weak, and not used to fighting on his own. This also extends to a bit of cowardice, making him easy to browbeat and intimidate. He much prefers to fight behind others, and is not above bailing on his allies when things go bad.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

- A Bone Saw: Exactly what it sounds like. An ordinary medical bone saw. Has been used to hurt and heal in equal measure.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~

Just Starting equipment

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

For anything else.

[KaiserElectric]

Poppy

Poppy

"I'm no hero - just a Yordle with a hammer."

[ ??? | Yordle | League of Legends, Demacia | Female ]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Barely a meter tall, Poppy is not too different from most Yordles, having large purple eyes, white hair worn in pigtails, pointed elf-like ears, and blue skin. Respectably stocky and athletic thanks to a stringent training regimen over hundreds of years, she rarely goes without her reliable yordle-sized suit of armor and her favorite red muffler.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

-Steadfast
-Upbeat
-Loyal
-Friendly
-Modest
-Tenacious
-Adorkable

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Poppy was born in the hidden and intensely colorful Bandle City, the birthplace of all Yordles, in the distant land of Runeterra. While most Yordles lived lives of whimsy and magic, Poppy always chafed at the chaotic saccharine sweetness of her feylike counterparts and sought to build her life around order and stability instead. This in time brought her to the human settlements of western Valoran, where she secretly wandered to and from the human settlements until she encountered an unusually orderly caravan of humans, led by a commander named Orlon who wielded an impressive war hammer. Entranced by the respect and loyalty that Orlon commanded and feeling a connection with a human for the first time, Poppy decided to reveal herself to Orlon and his company, and after a somewhat rocky introduction she was accepted into the group.

Orlon's caravan, now with Poppy in tow, continued towards their destination; a new settlement in a distant land called Demacia, where justice, honor, and duty was valued above all else and a place that Poppy could call home. With his strong leadership, Orlon quickly became a revered figure in Demacia, and his weapon soon became an icon for the fledgling nation. Poppy never saw him use the hammer, but she did hear rumors that the legendary weapon could rend the Earth and knock down mountains with its power.

Poppy served her commander and her new nation dutifully for many years until the day she was called to Orlon's side as he lay on his deathbed. With his dying breath he told her that the hammer he wore for so many years, the weapon he never used, was never meant for him to wield. Rather, it was made for the hands of the one person who could unleash its full power, the one who would stand against evil and keep the nation whole; the Hero of Demacia. Thus, when Orlon passed, Poppy set out with her commander's hammer, determined to find this Hero of Demacia and place the weapon in their hands, never realizing that the weapon may have just passed to the Hero she was searching for.

Many years later, in between her quest to find the hero, Poppy was fighting off a Noxian raid into her homeland when the ground beneath her feet started to shake. At first she thought the Magical Collosus had joined the fight, or that the Noxians had brought their undead juggernaut up to brawl, but things took a turn for the worst when the earth beneath her feet opened up and she was swallowed by the collapsing void. Awakening in the mangled pastiche of other worlds, Poppy wandered around, hopelessly trying to find any familiar sights or faces before she stumbled across a town called 2Fort, an oasis of some semblance of order amidst the chaos around her. Drawn to a familiar sensation, Poppy decided to make camp in the little settlement for the time being, at least until she could strike out and finally track down the Hero. In the meantime, a little Demacian style order would be just what this settlement needed anyway!

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Poppy is a fighter through and through. She specializes in charging down enemies and knocking them around with her trusty Hammer of Orlon, able to take just as much punishment as she can dish out and still keep opponents locked down and away from more vulnerable allies, though she is by no means a slouch when she's fighting solo. She also fights with a buckler called the Iron Ambassador, and while it is obstensively a defensive weapon she's gotten more use out of it by bouncing it off of enemies.

Poppy is also a skilled blacksmith, able to maintain, repair, and create metal objects with the proper tools, though she is most comfortable with items that she is familiar with, such as high fantasy style weapons and armor. In addition, while she doesn't see herself as a leader, she has a knack for raising the spirits of her allies as she charges into battle, often turning a hopeless situation into a fighting chance for victory.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Hammer Shock- Poppy smashes her hammer into the ground as an attack. The crushed ground slows down enemies before it erupts and deals more damage to anyone caught in the blast.

Steadfast Presence- Poppy steels herself temporarily, increasing her defense and speed and blocking any enemy who dashes near her for a period of time (ie running would work, flying in with a jetpack would knock you down).

Heroic Charge- Poppy smashes into an enemy and knocks them back, doing more damage and stunning them if they get pinned to a wall or other similarly solid object.

Keeper's Veredict- Poppy swings her hammer overhead and smashes it into the ground, sending out a shock-wave that travels in the direction she hits. When it hits an enemy or a closely grouped set of enemies, a giant hammer erupts from the ground and knocks them into the air and far away from her. The distance increases depending on how long she 'charges' it, with an instant hit knocking up all enemies around her instead.

~Perks~

Adorable (n/a)

~Faults~

Keeps messing up jokes. (n/a)

~Weaknesses~

While Poppy is quite the bruiser, she has little to no options for fighting at range, and can be easily worn down by an enemy who fights from afar and keeps their distance. In addition, her special abilities require a cooldown after each use, with the Keeper's Veredict being especially long, and if she uses abilities too much in a short period of time she needs to rest or wait before she can use them again. Also, while Poppy has some knowledge of post-feudal technology, mostly the kind of stuff that wouldn't be out of place in a steampunk setting, she is thoroughly unfamiliar with anything considered modern technology and beyond and could have trouble working with that sort of equipment.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

-Hammer of Orlon
-Iron Ambassador
-Demacian Steel Armor (Size: Yordle)

~INVENTORY~

-Hammer of Orlon
-Iron Ambassador
-Demacian Steel Armor

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Yordles have exceptionally long lifespans. Poppy is at least 200+ years old and is still considered rather young.

[glwgameplayer]

Naked Snake

"That was some fancy shooting. You're pretty good."

[ 29 years old | Human | Metal Gear Solid 3- Tselinoyarsk | Male ]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Snake is a tall, muscular man with short brown hair, a short beard of stubble, and green eyes. His right eye was damaged by Revolver Ocelot so Snake decided to cover the damaged eye with a simple black eyepatch. Snake's only accessory is a simple olive green bandana he keeps tied around his forehead with the remaining fabric trailing behind his head. Snake has a tendency to walk around partially crouched or in a combat stance even when in relative safety.

Snake's only outfit is his signature Olive Drab Camo which he used extensively during the Virtuous Mission and Operation Snake Eater. The Camo is a dark olive green shirt and pants speckled and striped with slightly lighter and darker shades of green. It also includes dark green combat boot, gloves, and several small satchels and a harness for carrying ammunition, small objects, and weapons. The Camo is good for hiding and moving in forests thanks to resembling foliage and protecting Snake from the elements.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS
-Serious and unemotional while in the midst of sneaking or combat.
-Will eat literally anything.
-resourceful
-dislikes killing opponents other than the ones he has to.
-completely hopeless with romance
-strangely naive about the supernatural
-Lacks social skills and understanding of how people think.
-is almost ludicrously knowledgeable about guns
BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Snake was born around 1935 and joined the military in the 1950s, soon becoming the disciple of a legendary war hero "The Boss." The Boss began training Snake in various fields including hand to hand combat, stealth, marksmanship, survival, and more. Snake and the Boss even developed a new style of hand to hand combat called CQC that focused on disabling the enemy before they could even fire a shot. in 1959 The Boss and Snake went their separate ways.

After Snake and The Boss separated Snake spent several years in the Green Berets further honing his skills until he became a fearsome sniper in several environments and a survival expert. By this time he had received more than 6 medals based on his loyalty and incredible skills.

On August 24, 1964, Snake participated in an operation called the Virtuous mission as a member of the CIA's FOX unit. The mission was to infiltrate Tselinoyarsk and rescue a scientist named Sokolov. The mission went smoothly at first with Snake easily infiltrating the base Sokolov was held in and escaping after a brief battle with Major Ocelot. Everything went wrong when the Boss suddenly defected to the enemy. The Boss brutally beat Snake into submission and hurled him off the bridge they were battling on and into to the river below. The Boss and her elite "Cobra Unit" delivered Sokolov as a gift to Colonel Volgin and Snake's mission was a complete failure.

Snake was taken to an Intensive Care Facility in America to recover and be interrogated over The Boss's defection. They eventually reached the conclusion that Snake would be pardoned if he undertook another mission to eliminate The Boss and recover Sokolov and his notes from Colonel Volgin.

Snake was redeployed only a little over a week later in Operation Snake Eater. Snake arrived back in Tselinoyarsk to attempt to meet up with an informant with the code name ADAM. Instead, he was met by someone claiming to be his partner EVA. Snake trekked through the forest sneaking and battling KGB forces, Major Ocelot, and The Cobra unit. Against all odds Snake made it to Volgin's fortress, Groznyj Grad. Snake attempted to rescue Sokolov but The Boss and Volgin saw through his disguise and captured him

Volgin began to torture Snake and Sokolov, quickly killing the fragile scientist and leaving Snake heavily injured. With the help of EVA and a Fake death pill shot into him by The Boss Snake managed to escape his cell and flee into the jungle. EVA and Snake reunited near a river near the fortress and EVA returned all of Snake's gear as well as C3 to destroy the Shagohod, a massive tank capable of firing nukes that Volgin was developing.

Snake planted the C3 and destroyed the Shagohod's hanger as well as damaging the tank. After a prolonged battle with the Shagohod and Volgin Snake managed to destroy the machine and kill Volgin. As he and Eva were escaping into the jungle something.... strange happened

The Event

Snake was suddenly torn away from his world and found himself in some strange wasteland that looked like a strange mix of several locales. Snake picked a direction at random and began sneaking through the wasteland. For hours on end, he went through the wasteland, lucky to meet an animal to eat much less a human. While on top of a hill Snake decided to scan the surroundings with his scope. Through the scope, he managed to spot a stretch of land that looked familiar to him. The forest he started his mission in.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Naked Snake is a master of numerous combat, survival, and stealth skills.

Stealth- Snake can make effective use of Camo to disguise himself in almost any environment and use shadows and obstacles to slowly approach targets without being seen.

Combat- Snake is an expert marksman with almost any weapon given to him including shotguns, rifles, sniper rifles, machine guns, pistols, revolvers, rocket launchers, mounted machine guns, mortars and more. In addition, Snake has mastered the art of CQC which allows him to quickly and quietly defeat elite soldiers in close range combat. In particular, he has mastered throws, grabs, holds, strikes and can even make use of short range weapons in conjunction with hand to hand combat

Survival- Snake is excellent in survival and wilderness situations. Snake can chow down on almost any non-rotten non-poisonous food source regardless of its origin including snakes, spiders, crocodiles, fish, fruit, herbs, frogs, and birds. Snake has also been trained to fix his own injuries to speed their recovery or restore their function and can do the same for his allies.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Survival viewer- The survival viewer allows Snake to quickly and efficiently assess cure wounds that he really shouldn't be able to heal (a bullet or crossbow bolt in his back or a broken arm) In addition it allows him to carry a very large amount of medical supplies like bandages, gauze, and splints with him at all times. He can even use it on allies as well. It also allows him to swap Camo and face paint on the fly.
~Perks~

Fast healing- Snake heals very quickly from injuries and can recover to the point where a major injury no longer slows him down a little more than a week after receiving it. Although the injury will not be fully healed, just healed to the point where Snake can operate normally in spite of it.

~Faults~

Matabolism- Snake's stamina can quickly run out from being in harsh environments, healing from injuries, and combat. Snake can hunt for and eat whatever wildlife is in the area but he will quickly burn through his stock of rations and food if he spends an extended period of time infiltrating an area with no wildlife or battling foes. As Snake's stamina falls his speed and healing rate slows down. At very low stamina Snake is likely to lose focus, have shaky hands, stumble, and possibly be given away by his stomach growling.

~Weaknesses~

Despite his immense physical prowess Snake is still just a normal human being and any injury that is decidedly fatal like a headshot, or being crushed is sure to kill him just as it would a normal human.

Snake is very inept in social situations and terrible at reading people unless he does so from a warriors perspective. Which is no help in most cases

Snake was heavily reliant on his support team giving him information about the environment, animals, and telling him what his objectives were. Without them, Snake doesn't know what to do other than survive.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Olive Drab Camo
Survival knife
Cardboard box
Scope
Facepaint kit
Codec

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

Olive Drab Camo
Survival knife
Cardboard box
Scope
Facepaint kid
Codec
~INVENTORY~

Olive Drab Camo- a uniform made for sneaking in the jungle and forests. The uniform keeps out bugs, dirt, and other small annoyances common to a forest. Thanks to its coloration and pattern it can be hard to see Snake when he is among foliage, aiding his stealth. However, the Camo was made for general forest areas. There are other Camo types that would ultimately be more effective for hiding among leafy plants, trees, or muddy environments

Survival knife- a small and absurdly durable knife that can be used in combat or for hunting if the need arises. The knife is very sharp and has uses besides combat.

Cardboard box- It's..... a box.

Scope- A pair of binoculars that Snake can use to scan his surroundings and look at people and objects from a distance

Codec- The codec is an (almost) unjammable communication device that enables two-way communication between two people by using a secure frequency.

Facepaint kit- This allows Snake to apply face paint to better hide his face while sneaking. He has face paint for jungle, forest, and river environments.

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

[Majoraa]

Chara Dreemurr

The Fallen Child of Determination

[ 12| Human| Undertale| Unknown]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Standing at 4'3 ft., Chara has a boyish and thin build, with a slightly feminine complexion that confuses others when it comes to their gender often. Wearing a dorky pale green and cream stripped sweater, chocolate brown pants and matching shoes with light brown socks, they have short light brown, almost auburn hair, peach skin with rosy cheeks, and hazel eyes.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Impatient
- Comical
- Sarcastic
- Introverted
- Kind (But Not Like The Soul Trait)
- Partialy Optimistic
- Formal
- Determined

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Long ago, a young child climbed Mt. Ebott and fell into the underground. There, they were taken in by the Dreemurrs (or "The Royal Family" if your formal) as their own child.

They gave hope to the underground, that one day, the monsters could break the barrier and live along side the humans peacefully.

But the human fell ill from consuming buttercups. On their death bed, they expressed their desire to see the golden flowers in their village, before passing away. And with their adoptive brother, Asriel, absorbing their soul, they carrued their own body to the surface.

The other humans saw them and attacked, thinking that the monster killed a child. The human wanted to fight back, to survive, but Asriel wanted to give the other humans mercy. So before they could be killed there, they fleed back underground, where they finally turned to dust..

Years later, Chara woke up from death.

At first, they were confused. Why were they brought back to life, without a soul? Then they saw Frisk, who had a soul of determination just like theirs. So they joined the other human through their trek through the underground as a sort of "narrator" and guide.

But then, Frisk started to slaughter the underground, making Chara uneasy at first. Once they arrived at Judgement Hall however, something inside Chara had changed. So they "assisted" the other human in battle, and once they gained control of Frisk, finished the job.

In the void, chara formally introduced themself to Frisk, and the anomaly that was behind it all. But the other human didnt want to erase the world in the end. They didnt understand. why, after all they went through, would the other human throw away their progress. So Chara erased the world themselves.

But Frisk stayed in the abyss neverless. So after a while, chara made a deal with them. They bring back their world for the other human's soul. Frisk agreed to the offer, but something happened.

Instead of waking up back in the underground, Chara came back to life, with a soul, and in a different world. With their locket, a toy knife, and a faded ribbon, they made their way to 2fort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Adaptable Fighter: Chara can fight with anything they can use as a weapon. A toy knife, a leather glove, and even a notebook and ballet slippers.

Proficient Dodger: From their time in the underground, Chara has gained experience in dodging attacks from other enemies. But they can still get hit if distracted.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

"Checkpoint": A small shining star. With their determination, Chara once had the ability to Save and Erase progress in the timeline. Now with their world gone, the savepoint now acts as a sort of respawn point. But the respawn process is random, it could either take a few minutes, or three hours. And even so, they cant respawn without a consequence, to them or others..

~Perks~

"Act >> Check":When "checking" an enemy, Chara can evaluate their overall ATK, DEF, and a few facts about the enemy they know. But they can sometimes fib, like how Sans was "The Easiest Enemy", when his speed had outmatched Frisk's.

LOVE:When Chara defeats an enemy, they gain EXP, or execution points. With enough exp, their Level Of Violence increases, and they grow stronger. But as their LV increases, the chance of their genocidal tendencies returning grows..

~Faults~

Much to learn: They may know a good bit of information, but Chara still has to learn more about others, especially with arriving at 2fort.

Memories of Genocide: After the genocide run in their world, Chara had grown abit paranoid for a repeat. Everytime they hold a stronger weapon, or their LOVE increases, their urge to kill comes back. They can resist, but not when their tired or weakened. It can also make them unstable, quick to anger, and a tad psycotic.

~Weaknesses~

Even though Chara is skillful, they're still only a child, and can get hurt easly if they aren't careful enough. They still have alot to learn, and can get reckless at times.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Toy Knife/Faded Ribbon Duo: *Once belonging to the soul of patience, the knife and ribbon were reclaimed by your old partner, until you ended up with them yourself.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

- Heart Locket
- Toy Knife
- Faded Ribbon

~INVENTORY~

- Empty

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

*Knowing that you have a second chance...

*It fills you with DETERMINATION...